The Wrong Woman

Mila's heart fluttered with a twinge of unease as she nervously asked, "Nate, are you incapable?"

Nathan's expression darkened, his brow furrowing. This question wounded a man's pride, especially when it came from someone he deeply loved. He paused for a long moment, unsure of how to respond. Mila was taken aback. "Seriously?"

Nathan felt a heaviness in his chest. He took a deep breath before replying firmly, "Don't try to provoke me. It won't work."

Mila felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. At the same time, she was astonished at how calm Nathan remained.

She couldn't comprehend the reason behind Nathan's refusal and grew frustrated. "Didn't you say you liked me? You've had a crush on me since childhood. Were you lying all this time?"

Nathan released her, moving her hands away from him and stepping back, creating distance between them.

His expression was grim as he spoke, "Yes, I care for you deeply. I love you. I want to be with you. But what about you? Do you like me? Do you want to be with me?"

Milas heart raced with nervous anticipation as she nodded, whispering, "Yes, I do.”

caught her response, his anger flaring instantly. He countered, "What kind of like is it? Is it driven by physical desire

Mila asked, “Is there a

me?

already searching for a solution. Yet, this path would be too harsh for

failed, she and the child would

touch was gentle as she clasped Nathan's arm, her gaze meeting his handsome features. Her voice carried a soft, soothing tone. “Nate, I too wish to stay in Norvania, but I cannot decide for

hand. He turned away with a sense of loss and headed

hurried after him, her hands outstretched to halt him.

“Nate, this is my only wish right now. Can't you grant

couldn't bear

ached, and anger flared with his indifference and rejection. Tears pooled

to be with you, yet you still reject me. Do you even like

seconds before coldly instructing, "Go back.