The Wrong Woman

Mila woke up at 6:00 am before the sun rose. Even though she was still sleepy, she freshened up and got ready to leave.

When she opened the door, she found Nathan waiting outside. He was dressed for the occasion, wearing a sharp black suit that made him look more elegant than usual.

"Good morning,” Nathan greeted her warmly.

Mila looked down at her coat and felt that she wasn't as well dressed as he was. "Shall I change my outfit, General Morrison?"

"It's okay," Nathan reassured her.

He held her hand as they left. He didn't let go of her hand the whole way, as if he was afraid that she was going to change her mind. He held her hand on the plane and even after their landing.

They arrived at City Hall, where they were given priority registration because it was a military wedding. They quickly completed the paperwork. Mila was still half asleep when they finally got the marriage certificate.

The soft light of dawn enveloped them as they walked out of City Hall. Nathan held out his hand to Mila and said, "I'll hold this for you."

"Why should you hold mine when we both have our marriage certificates? I don't want that,” Mila replied. She didn't want the hassle of asking for it every time she wanted to see it.

Nathan didn't answer. He put the certificate away, took her hand, and led her to their car.

"General Morrison, where are we headed?" Mila asked curiously. Nathan stopped in his tracks and turned to her. “Is this marriage certificate a fake?"

"Of course, not," Mila replied.

Although slightly annoyed, Nathan asked gently, “Then why are you calling your husband “General Morrison'?"

Mila thought for a moment, then slowly walked over and stood before Nathan. She reached for his other hand before looking up at him. "Can we keep our marriage secret for some time?" she asked. "I don't want anyone, especially Fenna, to know we're married.”

Nathan's expression went dark. "Fenna may have feelings for me, but she's not the kind of person you think she is. She would never do anything to hurt you or the baby.”

“I know Fenna isn't a bad person, but she loves you deeply and is almost obsessed with you. She's willing to sacrifice everything for you, even her career. There's no guarantee she wouldn't do something drastic.”

"Wanda—" Nathan started, but Mila cut him off.

"Can't you trust a woman's intuition?"

“I don't want to keep our marriage a secret. I'll arrange a big wedding," Nathan said firmly.

Mila held the marriage certificate before him. "We've both got certificates. Are you afraid that I'll run away?"

“You've run away before," Nathan shot back. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila was infuriated by his words and felt a tightening in her stomach. Her eyebrows furrowed in unease as she clutched her stomach and took a sharp breath.

In a panic, Nathan quickly supported Mila's waist while gently stroking her stomach. "What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"

Mila nodded in response.

Without hesitation, Nathan scooped her up and hurried to the car. Mila was caught off guard. She clung to his neck with both hands and asked, "What are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital,” Nathan said. His face was filled with concern.

"No, no, no, put me down. I'm fine," Mila reassured him, finding his reaction amusing.

She patted his shoulder and insisted, “Just let me down! This is normal. The baby's movements can be painful, as can Braxton Hicks contractions, but itll pass.”

Nathan paused by the car door and breathed hard. Concern was written all over his face as he looked at her.

Mila sighed and smiled at him. When her eyes fell on his forehead, she noticed beads of sweat on it. The sight was a tug at her heartstrings. She wiped the sweat away and realized how anxious he must have been to be sweating in such cold weather like this.

"Nathan, I'm perfectly all right.”

Nathan gently lowered her to the ground and looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. “I promise to keep our marriage a secret, but please don't call me General Morrison anymore."