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?”

a faint cough, easing the hoarseness within. “I worked up quite a sweat during

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

the towel around himself and, with a quick movement, took hold of her wrist. Gently, he guided her hand away,

lacked any lingering affection. Instead, he promptly and urgently withdrew from

intensity, his breath warm and slightly labored, while his piercing

of conflicting emotions, Nathan struggled between restraint and desire, his Adam's apple moving up and down

power of her allure, which was slowly draining away half

soul.

Nathan gently cautioned, feeling

of desire.

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