The Wrong Woman
The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie Chapter 413

Mila felt the atmosphere become tense. She took a deep breath as she gathered her courage and walked toward him.

Upon hearing the footsteps, Nathan slowly looked up.

Mila didn't greet him. She sat on the opposite sofa with a cold expression. She acted cold toward him to hide her shyness. She puffed her cheeks and avoided eye contact with him.

Nathan slightly furrowed his brow. He noticed that her cheeks were flushed as she looked a bit shy and a bit angry.

Nathan's gaze was affectionate as he greeted her in a gentle tone, "Still have a headache?"

His voice was too light for Mila to hear clearly, but she vaguely heard him asking if she still had a headache.

Mila gritted her teeth. She pretended to be calm and glared at him. She asked, "Don't you think what you did was too much?"

Nathan recalled her grievance and tearful expression last night. He closed his laptop and looked at her as he felt guilty. “I'm sorry. I apologize to you. I'll make sure it won't happen again in the future.” Mila's expression changed suddenly. She felt very uncomfortable.

It wouldn't happen again in the future? What did he take her for? A one- night stand?

"Nathan, what exactly do you mean?" Mila asked as she clenched her fists. She gazed at him with teary eyes.

Nathan's heart squeezed. He put his laptop on the coffee table and leaned toward her, asking, "Why are you crying? Is my apology not sincere enough? Then what do you want me to do?"

What did she want?

As long as she was still a researcher at Sunterland, she didn't dare to think about anything else. She couldn't be with him openly and couldn't marry him either.

"Why did you bring me back?" Mila asked as she controlled her emotions. Her feeling of resentment intensified even more.

Nathan calmly replied, “I can easily protect you if you're by my side." Mila wore a bitter smile because she couldn't disagree with his words. She had nothing to say, so she stood up coldly and turned to leave.

As she walked a few steps forward, Nathan caught up to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Holding both of her arms, he bent down to look into her eyes.

He said gently, "Let's talk about it peacefully, okay?"

Mila was furious. "There's nothing to talk about."

Nathan's heart lurched. He suppressed his emotions and murmured, "If you have anything that you're not satisfied with, just tell me. Please don't give me the cold shoulder.”

Mila remained silent. She felt wronged as she angrily glared at him. Nathan's gaze became more intense. "Chubs, do you like me?" he asked, holding his breath.

Mila bit her lip. After a moment, she said, "No."

Nathan's heart ached, but he didn't give up. He asked sadly, "If you don't like me, why are you jealous of Fenna? Why did you go to the bar to get drunk?"

Mila shook off his hand forcefully. She took a step back, choked back her tears, and replied, "You knew I was jealous, yet you still protected Fenna. Is that the way to treat me?"

Nathan was nervous. “You admit it? You do like me, right?"

"No," Mila replied without hesitation. She shouted angrily, "I don't like you anymore."

Nathan's eyes reddened. He felt agitated and helpless. His hand trembled as he slowly reached out to hold hers.

Mila immediately placed her hand behind her back to avoid his touch. His hand hung in the air for a moment before lowering it resignedly. "Anymore?" Nathan muttered. He smiled bitterly and asked, "So did you ever like me?"

Mila took a deep breath, trying to calm down as much as possible. She said, "Nathan, you don't even know what your problem is."

Nathan replied, “Tell me then if I don't know."

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