The Wrong Woman

Chpater 565

Nathan walked along the garden path, his eyes focused on the gazebo up ahead. The breeze and sunshine enveloped him.

As he approached Gary, Florence, and Wanda, he silently vowed to safeguard them for as long as he lived.

Inside the gazebo, Mila felt a strong gaze upon her. Looking up, she locked eyes with Nathan.

With a gentle smile, he approached with confidence. He seemed to glow from a distance.

Mila couldn't help but smile as warmth flooded their exchanged glances.

After hours of deliberation, they were still searching for the perfect name.

Despite Nathan's suggestion to take their time, Gary and Florence were completely engrossed in their search for the perfect name. Their dedication to this task surpassed even their commitment during their time as students.

As night descended, Mila disregarded the maternity nurse's advice and insisted on sharing a bed with her son. She positioned herself in the middle, with Nathan on one side and their son on the other. It wasn't until later that night that she realized the nurse had been right.

At midnight, her son began to cry, prompting Mila to wake up immediately to prepare formula. Hearing the noise, Nathan woke up as well.

Together, they clumsily prepared the formula, fed the baby, changed his diaper, and burped him.

By 2:00 am, they repeated the same routine preparing the formula, feeding, and burping the baby. After soothing the baby back to sleep, Mila and Nathan found themselves wide awake.

Mila was still in the midst of her postpartum recovery. She faintly heard her son cry once more at 4:00 am. However, this time, the crying was short-lived.

As she reluctantly peeled open her heavy eyelids, she found Nathan cradling their baby. He was soothing their son from crying while preparing formula with his other hand.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Nathan was accustomed to military life, yet he was now tenderly tending to their baby in the quiet hours before dawn. The sight was both touching and surprising.

Utterly drained from the night's demands, Mila succumbed to sleep.

Around 6:00 am, their son's cries filled the air once again. Mila groggily opened her eyes to find Nathan taking their son out of the room.

After just one night, Mila already felt that the maternity nurse's high salary was well-deserved.

Fortunately, Nathan was there to help, allowing her to catch a few hours of sleep during the latter part of the night.

However, Nathan himself hadn't slept at all. Despite his packed schedule and limited rest, he cared for their son attentively.

At that moment, Mila couldn't shake

off a

off a feeling of guilt. Se

would be best for their son to

with the maternity nurse

Besides tending to the baby, the nurse had ample time to rest, unlike Mila and Nathan, who were juggling their work commitments.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Mila saw Nathan coming back into the room.

He gently laid down on the bed, touched her forehead, and whispered, "Our son is with the nurse now. You can sleep now."

As Nathan settled onto his back, Mila snuggled close and rested her head on his arm.

Nathan was pleasantly surprised by

her intimate gesture. He felt a rush of emotions. His heart raced, his breath caught, and despite his earlier fatigue, he suddenly felt energized.

"Thank you, Nate," Mila mumbled in his arms.

Her gentle words touched Nathan_ deeply and filled his heart with

warmth. Tears welled in his eyelet

he held her close, and kissed her forehead.

It had been so long since she called him "Nate". The return of this long-lost feeling made his heart flutter.

"Taking care of you and our son is something I will gladly do for the rest of my life. It's never a burden," Nathan said in a deep voice. Mila smiled warmly, closing her eyes as she peacefully drifted to sleep in his arms.

However, Nathan found himself unable to sleep. He breathed in the subtle scent of her hair, feeling as though he were floating on a cloud.