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 how to mask her true intentions.

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

"So this is why you've been behaving so strangely lately, trying to seduce me repeatedly. Chubs,

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

with fury. "If you knew I wouldn't agree, why did you do this?" Mila clenched her fists slowly, confessing

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

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

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

moment her hand grazed his, Nathan recoiled, stepping back even

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 on.