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.

such intense embarrassment before. She hurriedly made her way to the bed and threw herself onto it, burying her

impure thoughts clouding her mind. But the

are you-“Nathan was about to question her hurried demeanor, when suddenly, she rushed

having time to react before

her arms around his neck in

Nathan's phone slipped from his grasp, landing on the sofa with a soft thud. It was only then that he snapped out of his daze, hastily

asked in a hoarse voice, “What's going on?" Wearing a short skirt, Mila confidently straddled his lap, adopting a visually

entire body tensed, his heart racing, and

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