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?"

raced

and tilting his

this is why you've been behaving so strangely

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

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

felt the bitter irony slicing through his heart like a sharp blade, every breath was a painful reminder. His gaze toward her

wish to intensify my longing and deepen my pain by bringing our child

pain. Tears blurred her vision instantly as she cautiously

his, Nathan recoiled, stepping back

sob, her voice trembling with hurt. "Nate, if I were 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

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