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 thoughts raced in panic,

tilting his

felt a surge of discomfort and cut her off sharply. "So this is why you've been

mean to deceive you. I knew you wouldn't approve, which was why I resorted to

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

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

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

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

hand grazed his, Nathan recoiled,

to fall in love with you and wished to stay in Norvania, what would you do?" Nathan's response was cold and resolute. “There's no if. Do you love

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