The Wrong Woman

Chapter 421

Mila clenched her fists slowly, trying to calm the turmoil inside her before speaking. “Nate, can I have some time to think?” she asked.

“Of course, take all the time you need,” Nathan replied.

With heavy steps, Mila trudged up the stairs. Her heart sank even deeper. Returning to her room and freshening up, she carried all her worries into her dreams. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

After what felt like ages, Mila felt a soft and pleasant sensation on her lips. A warm breath lightly brushed against her cheek, causing a slight tickle. She opened her sleepy eyes to see Nathan stealing a kiss from her.

She blinked. Then, out of nowhere, she grabbed Nathan’s neck with both hands, kissing him

back.

Nathan was taken aback. He tried to pull away, but Mila held him tightly and returned his kiss with fervor.

Sensing she wanted to change position, Nathan wrapped his arms around her waist and shifted to the side. Mila leaned into him, and they continued to embrace and kiss passionately.

The room began to heat up as they lost themselves in each other’s embrace.

Their kisses grew more intense. Their lips and tongues intertwined in a passionate exchange that became harder to resist.

Consumed by desire, Mila’s mind became hazy, and she couldn’t help but let out a few shy

moans.

Nathan’s heart stirred at the sounds, but he remained composed. He gently ran his hand along her back as they continued their passionate embrace.

Mila couldn’t resist slipping her hands under his shirt to touch his firm chest. Their bodies pressed closely together, and she felt a strong sensation from his lower abdomen. She was filled with a mix of fear and excitement.

Just as Mila’s emotions heightened and she felt herself teetering on the edge of losing control, Nathan quickly flipped her over and pinned Mila beneath him. He seized her wrist and pressed it onto the pillow.

Struggling for breath, he pulled away from her lips. His eyes filled with desire as he focused

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on Mila’s flushed cheeks.

Mila’s breathing grew erratic as she anxiously met his gaze. Nathan gazed at her as though spellbound, but he didn’t push things any further.

“What’s wrong?” Mila asked nervously.

Nathan felt his throat tighten. He took a deep breath and whispered, “When you were drunk that night, Wanda, I didn’t do anything to you.”

Mila’s face turned even redder as she looked at him, stunned.

“You undressed yourself.”

Mila felt even more embarrassed. “Oh, that explains why I don’t remember anything and didn’t feel weird about it.”

Nathan leaned on his elbows, his fingers weaving through her silky hair. His voice was hoarse as he said, “I truly want you right now.”

Mila shyly lowered her eyes and nodded. She was allowing him to proceed..

Nathan gently kissed her forehead and asked, “Wanda, will you marry me?”

Mila was surprised by his sudden proposal.

Nathan’s gaze was intense, his sincerity unmistakable. “Only when you’re fully mine do I feel I have the right to be with you intimately. Do you understand?”

Mila sensed that Nathan was restraining himself from going further. His level of respect for her surpassed her expectations.

Feeling a weight in her heart, Mila choked out, “Nate, let’s keep our relationship simple. Whether it evolves into something deeper or not, let’s just enjoy every moment we spend together, okay?”

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“Are you still considering going back to Sunterland?” Nathan asked in a low voice.

Mila fell silent. It wasn’t that she wanted to return. She was bound by the contract.

Nathan gently stroked her hair and said calmly, “Sunterland is a more conservative country, where many men place great importance on a woman’s first night.”