The Wrong Woman
The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie Chapter 372

Within the confines of a narrow cell, a gentle stream of sunlight filtered through the window.

Mila lay at the edge of the bed, slipping into a deep slumber. Her hand clasped Nathan's palm tightly. The sun's rays bathed her side, casting a comforting warmth around her.

Nathan slowly opened his eyes, feeling feeble and weak. He glanced at the dilapidated ceiling before surveying his surroundings. A bitterness curled his lips. Despite having ventured through the death, he found himself back in this cursed place.

Sensing his hand being held, Nathan lifted his head and found Mila. His body stiffened in shock. He never wanted to bring her into such danger. Nathan struggled to move, hoping it was all just his dream.

Mila stirred awake at his movements. Seeing Nathan alive, she couldn't contain her excitement, rising to her feet and reaching for his forehead. "Nate, you're awake, finally."

In an instant, Nathan realized this was no dream. Grabbing Mila's wrist, anger surged within him. "Why are you here?"

Mila leaned in, disregarding his question, and gently inquired, "You've been unconscious for two days. Are you feeling alright?”

Despite his aching body, Nathan forcefully pushed himself up, his tone stern. "Tell me, why are you here?”

Mila hesitated, struggling to find the words.

Nathan's anger flared, overshadowed by a deep-seated fear and concern for Mila's safety. He wasn't afraid of death, but her presence in the Nightshade’s headquarters was akin to a lamb in a lion's den.

In a roar of anger, Nathan exclaimed, "Chubs, have you lost your mind?"

This was a level of fury Mila had never seen from Nathan. Tears blurred her vision instantly as fear and trepidation consumed her mind.

Without restraint, she explained, "Yes, I've lost it. If it weren't for me finding you, you'd already be dead!"

Nathan's chest heaved with anger, his face pale. He uttered, "I'd rather be dead than have you try to save me."

Before Mila could respond, tears choked her voice. She let go of Nathan's hand, turning to leave in an attempt to compose herself.

As she neared the iron door, the reality of their confinement sank in. With guards outside, she could only face away from Nathan, silently wiping her tears.

She knew Nathan was angry because he was worried about her safety, but his harsh words stung nonetheless.

Suddenly, a commotion broke the silence. Mila nervously turned around to find Nathan getting out of bed unsteadily, his hand bracing against the bedside table before he stumbled to the ground Ignoring her own emotions, Mila rushed back to support him.

In the next moment, Nathan pulled her into a tight embrace, catching her off guard. She froze, feeling the intensity of his grip as he buried his head in her neck.

Sensing his turmoil, Mila whispered, "Nate."

Nathan's voice trembled as he uttered, "I'm sorry, Chubs. I'm so sorry." Filled with sorrow and guilt, he continued to apologize.

Understanding his remorse, Mila said, "It's alright, Nate." She stroked his back and was no longer upset by his earlier outburst.

Mila helped him back to bed and tucked him in.

As they both calmed down, Nathan's curiosity got the better of him. "How did you get in? Are you alone?"

Mila nodded. "Yes. I gave them a bottle of hydronium and told them I knew the whereabouts of Mila Winkler, so they brought me here."

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