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.”

he staggered back, disappointment etched on his face. Mila's words

laugh, his laughter mirroring his

"Perhaps you don't love me, but why resort to such cruel tactics to torture

streaming down her face,

sofa and picked up his fallen phone, his back facing Mila. His tears overflowed

voice turned as 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 cried. Her heart wrenched at his callous words, unable to hold back

me like this! After the child is born, I will send him back to Norvania. Let me endure the pain of separation. Besides, there's a chance for me to return

nation would forsake a scientist as invaluable as

the child ended up,

fathom nor condone such selfish behavior.