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

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

realized. She opened her eyes in shock and quickly put her hands under

was stunned when she touched her naked

exactly

nervously lifted the blanket and peeked at

fact that she had engaged in sex uncontrollably when drunk. She pulled up the

had slept with Nathan, but she didn't

first time, so how

to cry but couldn't, so she hit the bed

remembering a thing, but she was

him. How could

she was sober. At least let

man was so

remained indifferent. But when she was too drunk to be aware

with the blanket and sat up. Just as she was about to get out of bed, she noticed

She absent-mindedly put on her clothes and went into the