The Wrong Woman
The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie Chapter 452

Mila's smile curved softly. "There's nothing urgent. I simply wished to share more moments with you while I'm still here in Phoenicia, and while you're still nearby."

Nathan's question was sincere. "To develop feelings with me?"

A soft smile danced on Mila's lips as she nodded in affirmation.

"And even after you've developed feelings for me, you still intend to leave?" Nathan probed.

Mila responded with simplicity, "Yes."

Nathan's gaze clouded as he passed by Mila, muttering to himself, “You're creating problems for yourself."

Following him into the living room, Mila pressed further, "Why would you say that?"

As Nathan settled into a seat, he picked up an orange from the coffee table and began to peel it. “If you must leave, why bother seeking trouble when there are none?"

Mila hesitated to delve deeper into the topic. Leaning closer to him, she asked softly, "Nate, what was Fenna here to discuss with you just now?"

Nathan handed her the peeled orange.

Mila blinked in surprise, a smile gradually spreading across her face as she looked at the orange in her hand.

Nathan explained calmly, “To send some documents and discuss work."

"What kind of work?" Mila asked curiously while munching on the fruit and savoring its sweetness and unique aroma.

Nathan frowned at her, remaining silent.

"Is it confidential?" Mila probed, sensing his hesitation.

Nathan's demeanor turned serious. "Anything about my work should remain confidential from you."

Mila paused, her expression darkening. It felt like a setback, leaving her feeling somewhat helpless.

She nibbled on the orange slowly, its flavor lacking, and her heart weighed down.

Fenna's words reverberated in her mind. Fenna could be Nathan's lifelong friend, colleague, or even soulmate.

Meanwhile, Mila's uncertain status made even a simple inquiry about Nathan's work feel like she was prying into classified information.

As Nathan observed Mila's sudden downturned expression, his gaze intensified and his heart sank.

Together, in silence, they found solace, as if time itself paused in perfect harmony.

Mila snapped out of her despondent reverie, only to find Nathan staring at her lips.

She reached up to touch the corner of her mouth, finding nothing there, then glanced down at the orange in her hand.

Realizing his intent, she offered the orange to Nathan. "Would you like some, Nate?"

Nathan shook his head, his voice soft and gentle. "No, thank you."

"It's very sweet, give it a try."

“You have it," Nathan declined again, shifting his gaze away as he reached for his phone in his pocket.

Before he could unlock the screen, Mila surprised him by kneeling on the sofa, gently cradling his face in her hands, and leaning in to kiss him.

Nathan froze at her sudden boldness.

With a thud, his phone slipped from his grasp and hit the floor.

Though inexperienced, Milas kiss was daring, parting his lips and filling his mouth with the lingering sweetness of the orange. Soft yet tantalizing, it stirred his senses.

Nathan tried to push her away, but his body lost to his desire. His hands hovered over her shoulders, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.

Closing his eyes, Nathan's hand moved from Milas shoulder to tenderly cradle the back of her head, deepening the kiss, their tongues intertwining.

It felt like an eternity since their last kiss, the longing nearly consumed him.

Mila had intended to offer him a taste of the orange, but she hadn't anticipated his passionate response, drawing her into an even deeper embrace.

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