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,

deeply and tilting his head back. His emotions churned like a

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

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

let out a cold chuckle, anger staining his eyes red, his voice dripping with fury. "If you knew I wouldn't agree, why did you do this?" Mila clenched her fists slowly, confessing

bitter irony slicing through his heart like a sharp blade, every breath was a painful reminder. His gaze toward her carried an added edge

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

with empathy, unable to bear the sight of his pain.

Nathan

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

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