The Wrong Woman

Mila felt a pang in her heart as she asked, “Nate, what are you saying?" Nathan gazed into her eyes and spoke gently, "If someday you decide to leave Norvania and me to go back to your career and life in Sunterland, why would I complicate things for you and hinder your future?”

Tears threatened to fall from Mila's eyes. Her voice was shaky as she asked, "Nate, how could that be a hindrance?"

Nathan's eyes filled with tears. He softly caressed her cheek and said with a smile, "You'll eventually want to settle down and start a family once you return to Sunterland.”

Mila gazed at him with tears in her eyes. "Nate, you found out, didn't you?"

Nathan nodded in response. "The top leader in Sunterland contacted me to discuss the situation. They're adamant about not letting you go." “Then why did you propose to me?"

Nathan gently wiped the tears from her cheeks and asked with a wry smile, “Would you marry me if there were no hurdles?"

Through her tears, Mila nodded. “Yes, I would. I'd marry you. I'd follow you to live on the frontier.”

her and pulled her into his arms. He closed his eyes and buried his face into her shoulder.

a slight distance between their lower bodies. "Let

with you. You don't have to hold back," Mila said

don't want to,"

her was intense—she could hear his heart pounding and feel the heat radiating from his

all men want to be intimate with

create a distance between them. He

loving someone wasn't about trying to control them. Instead, it was about demonstrating respect, care, and a desire for their future

want to ruin her first night

her hair and tucked her in with a

"Nate—"

to see Grandma,” Nathan said, cutting her off. "After that, you can help me pick out a birthday present for my