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.

things tough for his friends. Meanwhile,

She wrapped her arms around his neck,

before he could. He felt a

nodded and responded with

took her wrist

"What's wrong?"

back to

cheeks turned crimson as she responded, "Nate, your leg is injured, and

"It won't matter."

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

her, but now he seemed different. She approached

waist, his hand cradling her head as he

"Together," Nathan said huskily.

it's fine. You go ahead. It would be too awkward