The Wrong Woman

Mila lay on the bed and slightly moved before drifting into a deep sleep. "Chubs?" Nathan's fingers gently brushed her bangs aside. He tucked the disheveled strands behind her ear.

Nathan frowned. "Chubs, wake up. You can't sleep like this," he said in a low and seductive voice. "You will catch a cold if you kick off the blanket at night.”

Mila only felt a buzzing noise in her ears. She impatiently rubbed her ears with her hand, then moved to sleep on her side.

Nathan resigned and sighed. He covered her with the blanket again. He was afraid that he couldn't control his desire, so he laid out an air mattress on the floor and slept there.

Nathan didn't sleep well that night. He woke up several times in the middle of the night to check if Mila had kicked off the blanket.

He spent the whole night looking after her.

The next morning, the sun rose beautifully. There was a refreshing breeze blowing in from the balcony. The curtains were fluttering and making the room warm.

Mila woke up groggily from a deep sleep. She opened her eyes and looked around, then rubbed her eyes.

She recalled what had happened yesterday.

After parting ways with Nathan, she felt upset, so she went to the bar with Sienna. She drank a lot of alcohol, and then...

her eyes and continued to recall, but her memory was fragmented. The pictures

and tissues when she vomited. Not only that, but he seemed to

in shock and

stunned when she touched

like she was going crazy. What exactly did

gasped. She nervously lifted

uncontrollably when drunk.

crazy. She had slept with Nathan, but she didn't remember

first time, so how could

couldn't, so she hit the bed

was she angry at herself for not remembering a thing, but she was also angry at Nathan for going

angry yesterday, and she hadn't forgiven him. How could he take advantage of her when she was out of

have waited until she was sober. At least let her experience what intimacy between

was so

but he remained indifferent. But when she was too drunk to be aware of her surroundings,

with the blanket and sat up. Just as she was about to

of thoughts. She absent-mindedly put on her clothes