The Wrong Woman

Chapter 293

Nathan took the pastry from her and said, “Thanks. I can eat on my own.”

Mila watched him in silence. Her feelings were somewhat complicated.

Nathan had been so persistent with her before their divorce. After she made her stance clear, he stopped bothering her. Everything went as Mila wanted, but she couldn’t help feeling hurt.

She had also been working hard to control herself. They weren’t impulsive teenagers anymore. Love was no longer the most important thing. Life had more important matters than love.

Nathan took a bite of the pastry. He chewed slowly, but it seemed tasteless. After Mila brought over the whole box of pastry, she sat down next to Nathan, and they ate together.

It had been a long time since they sat quietly next to each other and shared the same box of food. There were no unnecessary words between them. They simply accompanied each other.

“How much longer do you think this rain will last?” Mila heaved a sigh.

Nathan’s gaze grew deeper, and he stopped eating. He was hoping that the rain would last a little bit longer. At least then, he could spend more time with Mila.

After a while, Nathan’s phone rang. He took out his phone and looked at the caller ID. He hesitated for a few seconds before answering.

Mila bit into her pastry. Her eyes fixed on Nathan, and her ears pricked up.

“Hey, Fenna. What’s up?” Nathan asked.

Mila froze. Fenna was Nathan’s close friend, an able woman who worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Her heart pounded nervously. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“All right, got it.” After Nathan finished speaking, he walked to the balcony and slid open the glass door.

Mila quickly put down what she’d been eating and caught up with him. “Nate, where are you going?”

The moment the door opened, a cold wind swept through the curtains. The pouring rain

outside was daunting.

Nathan turned to her and said

sel “since you’ve made up your mind and I can’t

convince you to leave, I don’t have to waste time here with you.

“It’s raining hard out there, and you’re still sick. Wait until the rain stops if you want to leave.”

“It’s not necessary,” Nathan replied indifferently.

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Mila’s heart hurt even more. “Nate.”

Nathan turned his back on her. The stormy weather didn’t scare him. He was only concerned about Mila. “Call if you need anything,” Nathan said softly.

He stepped out onto the balcony and jumped over the railing. Mila’s face went pale with fear.

Ignoring the rain, she rushed out and grabbed hold of the railing. The cold rain drenched her, and the wind made her shiver.

She watched as Nathan landed on the first–floor window ledge before he jumped to the ground. Two graceful leaps were all it took for him to land effortlessly on the ground from ten feet up.

The rain drenched his body, but he remained steadfast. His silhouette seemed forlorn as he gradually disappeared into the pouring rain.

Mila’s eyes watered. She couldn’t tell if it was the tears or the rain. All she knew was that her heart became unbearably heavy.