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.”

eyes brimmed with tears as he staggered back, disappointment etched on his face. Mila's words pierced his heart like countless arrows, leaving him feeling battered and breathless from

let out a bitter laugh, his laughter mirroring his sorrow and

bitter growl, he asked, "Perhaps you don't love me, but why resort to

down her face,

to the sofa and picked up his fallen phone, his back

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

don't treat me like this! After the child is born, I will send him back to Norvania. Let me endure the

forsake a scientist as invaluable as

up, the separation would

couldn't fathom nor condone such selfish behavior. Shaking off Mila's grasp, he stormed