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, unsure how to mask her true intentions. Her reaction confirmed Nathan's

and tilting his head

why you've been behaving so strangely lately, trying to seduce me repeatedly.

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

with fury. "If you knew I wouldn't agree, why did you

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

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

his pain. Tears blurred her vision instantly as she

his, Nathan recoiled, stepping back even

a sob, her voice trembling with hurt. "Nate, if I were to fall in love with you and wished to stay in Norvania, what would

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