The Wrong Woman

Nathan's breath remained heavy as he grasped Mila's arm before turning to face her. His gaze was deep and he said softly, "Wanda, can we talk?" Mila stared straight ahead. She said sarcastically with an indifferent tone, "You're swamped with work, and I won't waste your time or disturb you. "So your devoted little assistant won't think that I, as a capricious and whimsical lady, am hindering you from attending to your important matters." He took a deep breath and suppressed the dull ache in his heart. He said, word by word, "We're married, do you have to treat me like this?"

Mila replied, "I didn't lose my memory, so there's no need for you to remind me."

The use of "you" in her response seemed respectful, but it was obvious to put a distance between them.

Nathan's eyes slightly reddened when he gazed at her indifferent expression. He felt his heart was being torn apart. This painful sensation had tortured him for over a month.

For the past month, they lived under the same roof. But Mila had avoided him and not answered his calls or replied to his messages. Even when forced to face her, her attitude was colder than winter frost. Nathan refused to let go of her hand.

They remained at an impasse.

Fenna rushed over and said gently, "Nate, since she's okay now, let's go. There's a lot of work for you to handle."

Nathan ignored her.

go, I'm busy too. I don't

Nathan's expression became gloomy.

word, he grabbed Mila's hand

out as she took a few steps forward. Although she looked displeased, she didn't have the authority to continue

grip was too hard, causing her

pulled her upstairs and then into

bang as

filled with all his discontent. Mila

the bed and then

he sat on the edge of the coffee table in

his thighs and hands supporting his forehead. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He was enveloped in an

Mila could feel the pressure

room, neither of them spoke. The oppressive silence made it hard