The Wrong Woman

Mila heard someone asking her when she was semi-conscious.

"Who do you like?"

She opened her heavy eyes, her vision blurry. As she blinked gently, she saw the looming figure in front of her.

Nathan's handsome face filled her vision.

She smiled bitterly but didn't say anything. She then closed her eyes again.

In an instant, the man's soft and gentle voice came again. "Chubs, who do you like? Who do you love?"

Mila felt a sourness in her heart. She felt even more uncomfortable as she slowly uttered, "Nate."

Nathan was startled. He was stunned in place.

Was she calling his name, or was she telling him the answer?

Mila felt even more uncomfortable. She moved slightly in his arms as she said again, "Nate."

Nathan realized that she was calling him. He asked, "Hmm?"

stomach. She felt very uncomfortable enduring the nausea. Nathan quickly carried her into the bathroom and placed

as Mila touched the toilet, she hurriedly knelt on the ground. She opened the toilet lid and lowered her

tissues. After she finished vomiting, he

Mila gargled, the water she spat out wet her

became a bit sober. She stood up as

her up and hugged her from behind. He held

so she leaned all her weight against Nathan's chest. Her back pressed tightly on

hands under the cool tap water. Mila murmured semi-consciously, "Nate,

to dry her hands. His actions were gentle as he pampered her, "I'll go get

and replied,

helped Mila up to sit on the toilet. He reminded her, "Sit here and wait for me. Don't move. I'll go get your

she replied, "Okay." Nathan walked out of the bathroom. He went into the walk-in closet to

found a set of pajamas, he was

he tried to casually pull out a set of white

sound of running water, he was filled

turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. As he closed the door, he breathed heavily. His heart rate sped up, and his body was uncomfortably hot. His ears to his neck were

open. He walked in and took the towel