The Wrong Woman

Chapter 281

Mila reached for the pen gun under her pillow. As she pointed it directly at the person over her body, she suddenly heard Nathan’s

voice. She quickly withdrew the pen gun.

Nathan’s voice calmed her immediately. However, she could feel that his body was unusually warm, and his breath burned her skin. She tried to speak, but her voice was muffled by his hand.

Having felt something pressing against his waist a few moments earlier, Nathan pulled out Mila’s hand, which was hiding under the pillow. The moonlight that streamed into the room cast a glow on the pen gun she held in her hand.

“Do you think you can protect yourself with that pen alone?” Nathan

asked.

Mila tried to pull her hand away to hide the weapon. The pen Nathan was referring to was actually a finely crafted weapon Mila had designed three years ago that was both powerful and inconspicuous.

She struggled for a moment until Nathan slowly freed her mouth. After taking a deep breath, she exclaimed, “You’re the one who’s out of your mind! Why did you show up like this? Did you realize you nearly

Mila stopped mid-sentence. She had nearly killed Nathan. After freeing herself from his grip, she hid the pen gun under the blanket.

Nathan smirked. “Nearly what?”

Mila changed the subject. “What brings you here?” She tried to feel his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

Nathan avoided her touch and pulled her off the bed. He said sternly,”

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Leave at once.”

Mila ignored his words and continued, “How did you get in here?”

She looked around and was shocked to see that the glass door to the balcony was slightly ajar. “Didn’t I lock all the windows and doors? How did you open it?”

“Do you think these locks will keep you safe?” Nathan retorted.

Mila nodded and hummed in reply. Yet, she knew that all the locks in the world couldn’t protect her if someone was determined to harm

her.

“Let’s go.” Nathan pulled her toward the balcony.

Mila shook him off. “I’m not leaving. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Nathan frowned at Mila, who was bathed in the moonlight. Even

though he couldn’t see her expression clearly, he could hear the determination in her voice.

“Wanda, my man’s at Hoffis Manor. They will keep your grandparents safe.”

“Then why is my grandpa getting sick all of a sudden?” Mila ask with a bitter smile.

Nathan fell silent, guilt washing over him.

“Nate, thank you for trying to help,” Mila said as she looked up at Nathan. His black silhouette against the moonlight was an imposing sight.

“Come with me,” Nathan said, emphasizing every word with a tone of sincerity.

“I can take care of myself.” Mila was adamant.

Her words broke Nathan’s heart, and he said, “Wanda-”

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Before he could finish, he felt a tickle on his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from coughing.

Mila stepped forward anxiously. “Nate, are you sick?”

Her hand reached for his forehead again, but Nathan grabbed hold of

1. Mila felt like he was on fire-even his palm was hot.

“I’m fine.” Nathan’s voice was husky and deep.

“Have you been to the doctor?” Mila asked.

“I told you. I’m fine.”

“So, you’re sick, but you haven’t been to the doctor?”

“Are you worrying about me?” Nathan’s voice sounded bitter.

“I…” The question caught Mila off guard. She quickly walked to the bedside table and turned on the lamp. The warm, soft light flooded the room, and she had a clear view of Nathan’s face.

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