The Wrong Woman

Mila settled across from him, her smile vanishing in an instant. "Am I not welcome?"

Nathan replied, "You know that's not what I mean."

Resting her chin on her hands, Mila gazed at his solemn expression, her words slow and deliberate. "I wanted to see you."

Nathan was taken aback by her words. His heart pounded inexplicably as a sudden tension gripped him.

Why did she want to see him? Was it for some specific request? Or perhaps out of longing?

Feeling a dryness in his throat, Nathan swallowed hard and took a sip of the pumpkin soup, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Yet, the soup seemed sickly sweet, matching the unease swirling within him.

After finishing, Nathan carefully set the bowl down. "Chubs, if you have something on your mind, just speak up. Such ambiguous words can cause misunderstandings.”

Mila pondered for a long while, realizing that stealing was neither feasible nor sensible. So, she had to resort to asking.

her response, Mila appeared

at his phone screen to check if he had missed

her palm, her heart racing like that of a startled deer. Before she could speak, her cheeks were already burning

you join me

the air, hanging heavily

slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor, startling them

surprise. Nathan hastily bent down, swiftly retrieving

placed it on the table, then the next moment, he pocketed it, his actions somewhat erratic. He was genuinely

mouth dry as he cleared his throat. His tone was somewhat sharp. "Chubs, I've already

your concerns. You fear that I will get

thinking about that,” Nathan responded, a heat spreading through his chest. He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt

as she spoke, “I don't even care about it myself.

counter, Nathan poured himself a glass of cold water