The Wrong Woman

Chapter 397

Mila felt a mix of embarrassment and joy in her heart. It appeared that Nathan's body was highly sensitive and unable to tolerate such situations.

Softly, he asked, “Mila, would you mind stepping out for a moment? Wait for me by the door.”

“Sure,” Mila replied, her grin subtly contained as she lowered her gaze. She casually stood up and left the bathroom, all the while appearing to look calm.

Closing the door behind her, Mila found herself unable to contain her excitement any longer. She giggled, her flushed face hidden behind her hands.

The scene from moments ago flashed through her mind.

Lowering her hands, Mila looked down at them, feeling increasingly bashful. She didn't know how she had mustered the courage just moments ago to touch Nathan's crotch so boldly.

hurriedly made her way to the bed and threw herself onto it, burying her head under the

with the impure thoughts clouding her mind. But the image persisted, replaying incessantly and refusing

hurried demeanor, when suddenly, she rushed over and threw

having time

arms around his neck in an intimate and

grasp, landing on the sofa with a soft thud. It was only

and down as he asked in a hoarse voice, “What's going on?" Wearing a short skirt, Mila confidently straddled his lap,

tensed, his heart racing,

as she whispered, “Nate, Fenna has come to see you again.” Nathan couldn't suppress a smirk as he set his phone aside. He wrapped both hands around Mila’s slender waist,