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.”

of like is it? Is it driven by physical desire or the affection for a

“Is there

stay for me?

again, she thought. She was already searching for

would return to Norvania with their child. If it failed, she and the child would remain in Sunterland, while Nathan would

gentle as she clasped Nathan's arm, her gaze meeting his handsome features. Her voice carried a soft, soothing tone. “Nate, I too wish

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

him, her hands outstretched to halt him. She tried hard to suppress her

of grievance, she pleaded, “Nate, this is my

avoided her imploring gaze. He couldn't bear to witness

ached, and anger flared with his

be with you, yet you still reject me. Do you even like me? What is it that

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