The Wrong Woman

Chapter 399

As Nathan emerged from the shower, his short hair was partially damp, framing his clean and attractive face.

With his muscular chest and the alluring V-shaped line tracing down his slim waist, Nathan exuded a captivating allure.

Standing just a few feet apart, Mila caught a subtle whiff of his shower gel, the scent lingering

in the air.

Despite her countless encounters with him, Mila still felt bashful at the sight of his body every time. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart raced with excitement.

Summoning her courage, Mila casually asked, “Nate, why did you decide to shower so early in the morning?”

cleared his throat with a faint cough, easing the hoarseness within. “I worked

and disappeared into the walk-in closet, leaving the towel he'd used to dry his hair draped over a nearby chair. Mila followed behind him, leaning against the mirror, her gaze filled with mischief as

swiftly adjusted the towel around himself and, with a quick movement, took hold of her wrist. Gently, he guided her hand away, pressing it against the mirror

lingering affection. Instead, he promptly and urgently

labored, while his piercing gaze remained

Nathan struggled between restraint and desire, his Adam's apple moving up

the power of her allure, which was

soul.

stop,” Nathan gently cautioned, feeling his rationality weakening in the

of desire.

looking at him with surprise. In the living room jus unmistakably sensed his