The Wrong Woman

Chapter 282

Nathan was as handsome as ever, but his complexion was dull, and his lips were pale and dry.

“Nate, hang on a second. I’m going to change.” Mila hurriedly grabbed some clothes from the closet and went into the bathroom.

Nathan didn’t know what she was up to. He was just hoping she’d leave with him. After a while, Mila came out in another outfit. She packed her belongings into a small backpack and approached Nathan. “Nate, come on.”

“You’re leaving with me?” Nathan was somewhat surprised. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“No, I’m just taking you to a doctor. Everyone is asleep by now. We’ll slip out through the main door,” Mila said as she grabbed his arm.

“There’s no need to see a doctor. I’m fine.” Nathan withdrew his hand. “You’re so sick, but you insist you’re fine?” Mila exclaimed.

“It’s none of your business,” Nathan replied coldly.

Mila looked up at his haggard face in anger. A stabbing pain coursed through her heart and brought tears to her eyes. “Since this is none of my business, then who are you to have any say in my affairs?”

Her words felt like knives as they sliced back and forth through Nathan’s heart. The pain was excruciating.

He clenched his fists and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes turning red. After taking a deep breath, he said in a low voice, “Wanda, can’t you stop being so stubborn?”

After a moment of silence, Mila forced a smile and said, “Nate, do you really know who I am now that I have regained my memories?”

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Nathan stared into her teary eyes.

“Nate, it has been ten years since we last saw each other. You have no idea who I am. No, you have no idea who Wanda Hoffis is,” Mila added firmly.

“Yes, I don’t,” Nathan answered with a wry smile. His voice grew

fainter. “You’re not the Wanda of before, nor the Suzanne after the amnesia. I… no longer know you.”

It made Mila’s heart ache to hear him choke up when he said those last words. She couldn’t help reaching for his hand. “Nate.”

Nathan hid his hand behind his back to avoid her touch and took a step back. He stared at her face with bloodshot eyes. “Take care.”

He turned and headed for the balcony, but as he pushed open the glass door, he staggered. Luckily, his hand caught the doorframe.

“Nate.” Mila hurried over to help Nathan. The next thing she knew, he had collapsed right onto her. She barely managed to drag his large frame to the bed as she struggled for breath.

“Nate,” Mila called again. With all her might, she laid Nathan down on the bed before feeling his forehead. She found that he was not only feverish but also drenched in cold sweat that soaked his whole body.

In a panic, Mila picked up her phone and searched for Phoebe’s number. However, she hesitated just as she was about to make the call.

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