The Wrong Woman

"Then why not use protection?" asked Nathan.

“I'm in my safe period."

"Wouldn't an extra protection be better?"

Mila found herself at a loss. Utterly embarrassed, she scrambled for excuses. Lost in a fog of embarrassment, she stuttered, "I-It's uncomfortable with the condom on."

Nathan was taken aback. He froze, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.

In that instant, Mila wished she could vanish into thin air, feeling mortified and embarrassed to the core. She wished she could just disappear.

"That's not something you'd say,” Nathan withdrew his hand, one resting on his hip, the other absently tugging at his short hair.

A realization dawned on him, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he couldn't contain himself any longer. His gaze turned stern. "Are you trying to conceive my child?"

heart skipped a beat. Her anxious eyes met his while her thoughts raced in panic, unsure how to

back, inhaling deeply and tilting his head back. His emotions churned like a storm. Mila attempted to explain weakly. “Nate,

her off sharply. "So this is why

apologized, "I'm sorry, Nate. I didn't mean to deceive you. I knew you wouldn't approve, which was why I resorted

voice dripping with fury. "If you knew I wouldn't

blade, every breath was a painful reminder. His gaze

suffering is insufficient? Do you wish to intensify

of his pain. Tears blurred her vision instantly as she cautiously approached

his, Nathan

I were to fall in love with you and wished to stay in Norvania, what would you do?" Nathan's response was cold and resolute.

voice, Mila suppressed her tears and pressed on. "Tell me,