The Wrong Woman

"I'm not upset," Mila replied.

She shifted on Nathan's lap, the closeness making her cheeks flush. "You're the one who's worn me out, yet you have the nerve to say I sleep well," she murmured.

Nathan couldn't help but chuckle. Cupping her face, he gently kissed her red lips. "I promise it won't happen again."

"Do you honestly think I'll believe you?" Mila's pout revealed her skepticism.

"That was because I've been holding back for too long," Nathan replied, taking her hand and caressing it tenderly. His eyes earnestly met hers as he added, "I'll make sure it's more frequent from now on." His words made Mila's cheeks heat up even more.

Nathan brought her delicate hand to his lips and planted a kiss on it before cradling it in his own. "Are you still hungry?"

"No, I'm full," Mila said, pulling her hand back cautiously, her eyes wary. "You're not planning on doing that again, are you?"

With a sigh and a bittersweet smile, Nathan responded, "I'm always ready, but only when you are. I won't push you."

"So what's your plan?"

you've eaten, I want to you to meet someone." Nathan's voice softened,

gaze, Mila stood and grabbed his hand eagerly. "Let's go

nodded and

later, Nathan pulled up

typically reserved for military personnel and

out of the car. Holding Nathan's

the darkness outside, the hospital glowed

opened the door for them. Inside the spacious ward, Mila could see an elderly person lying on the bed from

at Nathan, Mila asked, "Who exactly are

see," Nathan replied, guiding her

the bed, the

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