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?"

Her anxious eyes met his while her thoughts raced in panic, unsure

deeply and tilting his head back. His emotions churned like a storm. Mila attempted

off sharply. "So this is why you've been behaving so strangely

sorry, Nate. I didn't mean to deceive you. I

with fury. "If you knew I wouldn't

his heart like a sharp blade, every breath was a painful reminder. His gaze toward her carried an

think my suffering is insufficient? Do you wish to intensify my longing and deepen my pain by

sorrow, Mila's heart swelled with empathy, unable to bear the sight of his pain. Tears blurred her vision instantly as she cautiously approached Nathan, reaching

grazed his, Nathan recoiled, stepping back even

in love with you and wished to stay in Norvania, what would you do?" Nathan's response was

determination in her voice, Mila suppressed her tears and pressed