The Wrong Woman

It was 2:00 am, and a light glowed from a room on the second floor of Sudvilla.

Mila sat on the edge of the bed, silently observing Nathan, who was intoxicated.

Despite the flush of alcohol, his striking features remained sharp and defined, with deep, captivating eyes and a ruggedly handsome appearance.

Knowing she would be leaving the next day, Mila had resorted to desperate measures, pleading with Cameron to get Nathan drunk.

As Mila contemplated her impending departure, a troubling thought gnawed at her: the uncertainty of her safe return.

Alongside this unease, the possibility of her and Nathan drifting apart loomed, eventually becoming strangers to each other.

A wave of sadness washed over her, tears silently tracing down her cheeks.

Reaching out, Mila gently caressed Nathan's cheek.

She had been sitting on the edge of the bed for three hours now.

As she looked upon his handsome features, it felt as though she could never grow weary of the sight.

Despite having reached this point, she found herself hesitating.

What if she truly became pregnant with Nathan's child and couldn't return?

Would Nathan hate her forever?

Wiping her tears, Mila leaned close to Nate's ear, whispering, "Nate, can you wake up?"

Feeling a tickle in his ear, Nathan stirred slightly.

Sensing a slight response from him, Mila gently pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes as she deepened the kiss.

Nathan slowly opened his slightly reddened eyes, blinking hazily as he looked at Mila's blurred face.

Instinctively, he pulled her closer, returning the kiss.

Mila then straddled his body, pressing herself against his chest as they embraced passionately, lost in their kisses.

Still somewhat intoxicated, Nathan felt as though he was dreaming, enveloped in a passionate embrace with the woman he loved. However, the sensations coursing through his body felt undeniably real. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin against his.

Immediately, he realized he wasn't dreaming.

With a swift motion, he flipped over, pinning Mila beneath him, his hands braced against the bed as he gazed down at her.

Despite his hazy consciousness, he managed to maintain control over his actions, asking softly, "How did you end up here?"

Milas heart sank upon hearing his composed words.

It seemed that her attempt had failed once more.

Her voice trembled with emotion as she asked, "Nate, I'm leaving tomorrow. Is there really no future for us?"

Nathan's lips twisted into a bitter smile, a tinge of redness appearing in his eyes.

His voice dripped with disdain as he replied, "Chubs, don't you find this all a bit ridiculous? Trying to seduce a man you don't love, over and over again, and then talking about a future together? The future you're chasing has nothing to do with love, does it?"

As Nathan became more conscious, Mila grew increasingly distressed. With tears in her eyes, she asked, "Don't you love me anymore?" Nathan's voice turned cold with anger. “I'm not a lapdog. I want mutual love, not to give endlessly while you have feelings for someone else." Mila’s heart twisted in pain, choking back tears as she whispered, "But Nate, I love you, I really do." Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Nathan's heart skipped a beat, a brief tension seizing his body.

"Have you no shame, stooping so low as to trap me with a child? Do you honestly believe your deceitful words would sway me?" he asked, his voice tinged with sorrow.

Mila exclaimed in frustration, "What must I do for you to trust me, then?"

"Stay in Norvania with me. Marry me, build a life with me, have children with me. Promise never to betray me, never to leave me. Can you do that?"

Mila hesitated to reply, realizing she couldn't make such a commitment, especially with her imminent return to Sunterland the next day.

Seeing her uncertainty, Nathan felt a sense of despair wash over him. He moved away from Mila, seeking solace at the foot of the bed. With one hand pressed against his temple, he closed his eyes, tears trickling down his cheeks.

At that moment, Mila found herself engulfed by her own anguish, on the brink of losing her mind.

Despite her attempts to seduce him, Nathan always resisted.

Was it his strong will or his lack of attraction toward her that kept them apart?