The Wrong Woman

"From the moment I first saw you, you reminded me of someone I'd loved for years. But then, Sally returned, and everyone in the Hoffis family claimed she was their granddaughter.

"We hadn't seen each other in a decade, so I had no clue what had become of you. I never questioned your family. After all, how could close relatives not recognize their own granddaughter?" Nathan explained.

Mila's somber mood lightened a bit. "So, did you fall in love with me at first sight?"

"Not exactly. It was more like a strong sense of familiarity. Some inexplicable feelings drew me to you back then," Nathan replied.

Mila gazed at him, feeling thankful. "Nate, thank you for not wanting to divorce back then, and for your persistence. That's why we didn't drift apart."

Nathan gently cupped her face and looked at her intently. "Regarding your painting, we can't just ignore what happened. Even if you're not upset, I am." Curious, Mila asked, "What do you propose?"

Nathan pointed toward the corner where the surveillance camera was and firmly said, "Adults should take responsibility for their impulsive actions.

"If she dares to damage your painting now, who knows what else she might do in the future."

Mila smiled softly, feeling comforted.

and didn't want to make things tough for his friends. Meanwhile, Nathan

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed, and pecked

to respond passionately, but her lips left him before he could. He felt a strong desire surging within him. He asked in a rough voice,

and responded with

wrist

"What's wrong?"

back

as she responded, "Nate, your leg is injured, and it's still

"It won't matter."

Nathan locked the door and drew the curtains closed. The room

her, but now he seemed different.

his arm around her slender waist, his hand cradling her head as he whispered

"Together," Nathan said huskily.

It