The Wrong Woman

Mila wondered if Fenna would be furious if she discovered that Nathan waited for her at the door on a cold late winter night, and even wanted to help her change her shoes. Mila kept thinking about it as she walked to the master bedroom. But then she realized she cared too much about Fenna. She pushed those thoughts away. Meanwhile, Nathan followed closely behind her.

Mila took her pajamas and went to the bathroom. She removed her makeup, washed her face, and shampooed her hair. After 40 minutes, she emerged with her hair wrapped in a towel. Her gaze landed on Nathan who sat on the edge of the bed with his hands covering his forehead. Even though she couldn't see his face, she felt a sense of sadness coming from him. When Nathan heard footsteps, he sat up and looked at Mila. She quickly averted her gaze, sat at the vanity, and began applying cream to her face.

"Why are you still washing your hair at this hour?" Nathan asked with a frown.

Mila stayed silent.

Nathan headed to the bathroom to take the hairdryer. He plugged it in and approached her from behind. As he reached for her towel, planning to dry her hair, Mila grabbed the hairdryer and said, "I can handle it myself. Just hand it over."

Yet, Nathan was unwilling to let go of the hairdryer.

cold it felt. She remembered how warm his hands used to be,

but wonder why they felt so cold now. Was it because Nathan had endured the chilly weather while waiting outside for her in a

was he deliberately avoiding wearing a coat, and willingly subjecting himself to the bitter winter night? Nathan gently moved her hand aside, turned on the hairdryer, and dried her hair

at Nathan's reflection in the mirror as she put on hand

was concentrated on drying

worried and lost in thought. After a long while, he softly asked, "Can you

pursed her lips and

felt like he was on thin ice. He was worried that Mila might run into trouble again someday. And he was even more terrified that she might become cold-hearted, leave with

thought of losing Mila made Nathan's heartache as if being engulfed by flame. He became

to respond to his affection like she used

finished drying Mila's hair and unplugged the hairdryer. He gently suggested, "Your hair still feels warm. You might want to wait a