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?"

anxious eyes met his while her thoughts raced in panic, unsure how to mask

deeply and tilting his head back. His

is why

heart as she nervously apologized, "I'm sorry, Nate. I didn't mean to

red, his voice dripping with fury. "If you knew I wouldn't agree, why did you do this?" Mila clenched her fists slowly,

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

think my suffering is insufficient? Do you wish to intensify my longing

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

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

fall in love with you and wished to stay in Norvania, what would you do?" Nathan's response

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