The Wrong Woman

It was time for lunch. Robert knocked on the door twice, but since there was no response, he decided not to disturb Nathan and Mila further. They slept until evening. Mila was still half-asleep when she faintly heard Nathan's voice near her ear, "Wanda, are you getting up for dinner?"

"No," Mila grumbled.

"Then, go back to sleep."

"Okay." Mila nestled into his arms.

Since she wasn't wearing any clothes, the warmth of their skin caused a spark between them. Nathan felt a familiar surge of desire within him once again.

For the first time, he acted without asking Mila's permission. Gently, he drew closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her legs onto his waist. Still in a daze, Mila realized Nathan was kissing her. Later, she let out a soft moan and her body shivered. Then, she drifted into a blissful dream.

A few days later, Fenna arrived at Lillian's place bearing a court summons. Yale was with Lillian, who was pregnant, watching dramas at home. Fenna barged in angrily. "Lillian, I'm furious!"

Lillian quickly stood up from Yale's embrace, nervously asking, "What's wrong?"

"Wanda wants to take legal action against me!" Fenna growled.

grew more serious,

sit down on the couch. "Let me

took the summons and examined it closely. Yale leaned in

damage that he's demanding ten million in compensation?" "It's a painting,"

million. I don't even have one million! How could I possibly

have

painting could be worth ten million?" Lillian's fists clenched in anger as she returned the summons to Fenna. "Forget about

the meaningless drama showing

money, and this

money."

then?" Fenna asked, her tone

a closer look at who's suing you. It's Nathan,

me. That's the

emitted a cold snort, too