The Wrong Woman

Mila's phone rang until she finally mustered the courage to answer.

Nathan's voice greeted her on the other end. He hesitated before tentatively asking, "Wanda?" His tone carried an unusual softness.

Mila felt a pang of guilt. She wondered if she had ignored his calls so much that he thought someone else was answering. She replied with a gentle hum.

Nathan's voice brightened as he spoke warmly, "I'll come by tomorrow to go with you to the hospital to pick up our son."

Mila was surprised, knowing that his work wouldn't be finished until the day after tomorrow. She declined. "It's fine. You should continue with your work. Phoebe and I will pick him up. You don't need to hurry back."

"I'm not that busy." Nathan tried to take the opportunity. He asked again, "What time are you going to the hospital tomorrow?"

Mila refused once again. "Our son being discharged isn't a big deal. You don't need to worry about it."

Nathan fell silent.

Sensing the tension mounting, Mila decided to end the call. "There's not much to say. I'm hanging up."

As she lowered the phone from her ear, she faintly caught Nathan's voice. "Wanda, I—"

Yet, she ended the call. Setting down her phone, she stared at the sprawling field of white zinnias before her, unable to stifle a sigh. She thought Nathan must be a good father.

That day felt unusually long. Mila and the maternity nurse prepare the child's bedding and gather his daily essentials together.

The nurse suggested that the child sleep with her after discharged, but Mila politely declined. She wanted to spend time with her son to strengthen their bond.

That night, Mila was too excited to sleep. She kept looking at the photos she had taken of her son previously, unable to contain her joy at the thought of meeting him soon.

In the quiet of the night, Mila gradually drifted off to sleep. While she was half-asleep, she sensed movement on the bed. Groggily, she opened her eyes and recognized the scent of Nathan's shower gel.

When Mila turned her head, she thought she spotted Nathan. Still half in dreamland, she mumbled, "You're back?"

Nathan had tried to be quiet, but he unintentionally disturbed her slumber. He was surprised by Mila's unusually gentle tone when she spoke to him.

Her voice, soft and dreamy, infused with drowsiness, stirred something tender within him.

He propped himself on the bed, drew nearer to her, and whispered, "I'm sorry for waking you."

Still groggy, Mila asked, "What time is it?"Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

"It's only 5:30 am, still quite early. Try to get some more sleep," Nathan encouraged gently, running his fingers through her long hair.

Mila hummed in response and slipped back into slumber as if under a spell.

Nathan gazed at Mila's serene sleeping expression, finding it hard to it hard grasp, the sudden skift in her attitude toward him. It had only been a few days since he last saw her, yet everything seemed so different now.

He wondered whether Mila's half-asleep state had influenced her current behavior. He wished he had recorded her voice earlier, so he could listen whenever he missed her. Captivated by her beauty, Nathan was reluctant to close his eyes and sleep. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and he fell asleep beside her.

As dawn arrived, light filtered through the curtains and flooded the room.

When Mila woke up, she noticed Nathan had really returned and was sleeping peacefully beside her. Only then did she realize that Nathan's return wasn't a dream. He had indeed come back early. Content

belongs to NovelDrama.Org Sitting up, Mila wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her cheek against them as she admired Nathan's handsome and masculine features.

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