The Wrong Woman

Chapter 380

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Mila’s racing heart calmed as she gazed upon the star–studded sky, its ethereal beauty enveloping her in a sense of peace.

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With flushed cheeks, she shyly asked, “Nate, how much longer do you intend to stay me? The boat seems to be drifting off course.”

Nathan slowly shifted, propping himself up with his hands. But before he could fully rise, he collapsed back onto Mila.

Under the weight of his sturdy chest, Mila struggled to breathe, a sense of unease creeping

over her.

“Nate, what’s wrong? Are you injured?” Mila’s hands wrapped around his waist, frantically searching his back.

As her fingers brushed against his shoulder blades, she felt moisture. She withdrew her hand and brought it to her nose, detecting the metallic tang of blood.

Her heart twisted with anguish, hands trembling as she applied pressure to the wound, her voice choked with tears, “Nate, you’ve been shot.”

Nathan whispered weakly into her ear, “Don’t worry, I’ll be okay.”

Struggling to speak through her tears, Mila gently pushed him aside and crawled out from underneath him.

She held onto his injured back tightly, fearing he might bleed out and slip away.

“You’re so silly.” Mila sobbed, feeling utterly helpless.

Nathan weakly uttered, “Chubs, help me up.”

Mila helped him to sit, supporting his arm.

Leaning against the edge of the chair, Nathan pointed to the brightest star in the southern sky. “Chubs, can you see that brightest star?”

Following his gesture, Mila wiped away her tears and nodded. “Yes, I can see it.”

“Adjust the ship’s course in that direction,” Nathan instructed.

Mila adjusted the direction, aligning the ship’s course as indicated and securing the navigation. Turning back toward Nathan, Mila settled beside him, her voice trembling with concern. “Nate.

Nathan lay silent with not a single movement.

Mila’s chin quivered as her hand trembled. She caressed his cheek gently, her voice choked with emotion. “Nate, are you okay?”

Nathan remained still, his breaths becoming faint.

Filled with fear, Mila wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, tears staining his cheeks.”

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Nate…”

“I’m not dead,” Nathan said, his deep voice echoing in the silent night.

Upon hearing his voice, Mila felt a surge of relief, yet anxiety still gripped her heart. Tears streamed down her face as she asked, “Then why won’t you respond?”

Nathan touched the back of her head, his voice gentle, “Chubs, would you be sad if I were truly gone?”

Pushing him away, Mila exclaimed in frustration, “Can’t you see how much I’m hurting already? Are my tears meaningless to you?”

Nathan smiled softly, his gaze tender as he murmured, “You’ve always been sensitive. Tears come easily when facing challenges, fears, or injustices. You even cried when the neighbor’s pet passed away.”

Wiping her tears away, Mila grumbled, “I was a child back then. I’m an adult now.”

Nathan chuckled softly and closed his eyes. “But you’re still the same crybaby.”

Mila pouted. “Please, don’t put yourself in such danger again,” she said concernedly, “You’re a Norvanian general. Your life is invaluable and shouldn’t be risked.”

Nathan smiled faintly, his voice weak. “You, Chubs, are more precious to me. And you, Mila, are precious to the nation.”