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?"

thoughts raced in panic, unsure how to mask her true intentions. Her reaction confirmed Nathan's

inhaling deeply and tilting his head

discomfort and cut her off sharply. "So this is why you've been behaving so strangely lately, trying to seduce me repeatedly. Chubs,

as she nervously apologized, "I'm sorry, Nate. I didn't mean to deceive you. I knew you wouldn't approve, which

cold chuckle, anger staining his eyes red, his voice dripping with fury. "If you knew I wouldn't agree, why did

breath was a painful reminder. His gaze toward her carried an added edge of

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

pain. Tears blurred her

Nathan recoiled, stepping back even farther from

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

in her voice, Mila suppressed her tears and pressed