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?"

while her thoughts raced in panic, unsure how to mask her true intentions.

stepped back, inhaling deeply and tilting his head back. His emotions churned like a storm. Mila attempted

is why

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 did you do this?" Mila clenched her fists slowly, confessing to him, "Because I

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

to intensify my longing and deepen my pain by bringing

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

her hand grazed his, Nathan recoiled, stepping back even farther

"Nate, if I were to fall in love with you and wished to stay in

tears and pressed