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...

memory was fragmented. The

carrying her, giving her water and tissues when she vomited. Not only that, but

opened her eyes in shock and quickly put her hands under the

when she touched her naked

going crazy. What exactly did she do with Nathan after blacking out

nervously lifted

She still couldn't accept the fact that she had engaged in sex uncontrollably when drunk. She

She had slept with Nathan, but she

so

cry but couldn't, so she

herself for not remembering a thing, but she was

she hadn't forgiven him. How could he take advantage of her when

she was sober. At least let

man was so

but he remained indifferent. But when she was too drunk to

she was about to get out of bed, she noticed the

absent-mindedly put on