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.

tough for his friends. Meanwhile, Nathan was worried about her and was determined to make things right

care of this," Mila said. She wrapped her arms around

him before he could. He felt a strong

responded

wrist and

"What's wrong?"

back

crimson as she responded, "Nate,

"It won't matter."

in their room, Nathan locked the door and

previous restraint had astonished her, but now he seemed different. She approached

her slender waist, his hand cradling her head as he whispered in her ear, "Want to take a shower?" "Sure,

"Together," Nathan said huskily.

"No, it's fine. You go ahead. It would be too awkward