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.”

his face. Mila's

bitter laugh, his laughter mirroring

"Perhaps you don't love me,

streaming down her face, Mila

to the sofa and picked up his fallen phone, his back facing Mila. His tears overflowed and his chest tight

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

out and clutched his hand desperately, pleading, "Nate, please don't treat me like this! After the child is born, I will send him back to Norvania. Let me endure the pain

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where the child ended up, the separation would still be

selfish behavior. Shaking