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.”

away. His 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

laugh, his laughter mirroring his sorrow and his eyes reflecting profound

"Perhaps you don't love me, but why

streaming down her

walked to the sofa and picked up his fallen phone, his back facing Mila. His

loved. Let's part ways. And if we meet again, let's be strangers.” "No," Mila cried. Her heart wrenched at his callous words,

send him back to Norvania. Let me endure the pain of separation. Besides, there's a chance for

forsake a scientist as invaluable as

child ended up,

nor condone such selfish behavior.