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

disbelief and anger, Nathan stepped back, inhaling deeply and tilting his head back. His emotions churned like

off sharply. "So this is why you've

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

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

sharp blade, every breath was a painful reminder. His gaze

insufficient? Do you wish to intensify my longing and

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

hand grazed his, Nathan

to stay in Norvania, what would you do?" Nathan's response was cold and resolute.

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