The Wrong Woman

Nathan gripped Mila's shoulders before gently pushing her away. He looked intensely at her and said, "Why didn't you listen when I told you not to go?"

Mila explained, "She probably has something important to tell you, so I left to give her the opportunity."

Nathan sighed, "Paranoia is so terrifying. I was molested."

Mila nervously touched his arms. Looking up at him, she angrily asked, "Did Fenna molest you?"

"Mentally, perhaps. Does that count?"

Mila nodded and replied, "Yes."

"So, you've caused serious consequences by leaving me alone just now. Do you realize that?"

"I'm sorry," Mila apologized as she cupped his face. She felt guilty, and her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't know she would be so out of line. What did she say to offend you?"

Nathan explained, "She said we were still attached, and she was afraid you would find out, so she asked you to get out with this excuse."

Mila's expression suddenly changed. She couldn't help but curse, "That bitch, is she out of her mind?"

help but chuckle. It was the first time he had seen Mila

gritted her teeth as she asked in anger, "Just now,

"Hitting a woman is

I had heard her say that, I would have slapped her to make her realize

his arm around her shoulder and walked

think you guys are still attached?"

transferred. She's now the head

in her tracks, Mila

her expression.

on your mind?"

helped him walk toward the bed, she said lightly, "Nothing, I just think Fenna is

has paranoid personality disorder. Talking to her is useless because

thoughts and

the future, when you're alone, you have to protect yourself. Be wary of enemies, but also be wary

Nathan smiled bitterly.

some space for Mila. He held her wrist and refused to let go.

shook her head and said, "It's too cramped. You won't be able to rest

cramped, then lie on top of me,"