The Wrong Woman

Nathan's emotions settled. His voice carried a tender warmth as he looked at Mila expectantly. "Chubs, do you love me, wish to bear my child, and remain here in Norvania?"

Mila, with her eyes glistening with tears, felt her heart ache painfully. Nathan's gaze held sincerity, his words earnest. "If you choose to stay, I'll spare no effort to keep you safe. No matter how formidable Sunterland may seem, I'll shield you from harm. I'll shoulder every burden."

With tears held back, Mila shook her head and took a step back. “Nate, I don't want you to endanger yourself and oppose Sunterland. And I certainly don't want you to sacrifice everything for me," she said to herself.

Watching her retreat with tears staining her cheeks, Nathan's heart twisted with agony.

Stepping closer, he gently clasped Mila's shoulders, lowering himself to meet her gaze. "Chubs, do you love me as well?"

Mila, suppressing her tears, sniffed and feigned composure.

"No, my focus will be on work when I return to Sunterland. Marriage isn't in my plans. I merely admire your good genes and desire to have a child.”

face. Mila's words pierced

bitter laugh, his laughter mirroring his sorrow

low, bitter growl, he asked, "Perhaps you don't love me, but why resort to such cruel tactics to torture

down her face,

his back facing Mila. His tears overflowed and his

cold as frost. “"Chubs, let's pretend we never met and loved. Let's part ways. And if we meet again, let's be strangers.” "No," Mila

will send

forsake a scientist as

of where the child ended up, the separation

couldn't fathom nor condone such selfish behavior. Shaking off