The Wrong Woman
The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie Chapter 485

Nathan was in a daze. He slumped forward with his elbows on his knees and his hands covering his face. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm the storm of emotions inside him.

After a few moments, he lifted his head to look at Mila with reddened eyes.

He asked bitterly, "Wanda Hoffis, what do you think of me? You treat me like a convenience. You reach out to me when you need me and shut me out when you don't.

"And now, you're telling me that you want to marry me. Do you really think I, Nathan Morrison, am only meant to marry you?"

His words of lament weighed heavily on Mila's heart. She felt a deep sadness that seemed to affect even the baby in her womb. It began to kick violently.

“I'm sorry,” Mila apologized sincerely.

She stood up, put on her scarf and gloves, and added, "I didn't give it enough thought. I'm sorry to have bothered you."

She stepped out the door, leaving Nathan alone on the couch. His eyes were dull and hollow, and his face was marked with sorrow. His desire was never to marry and have children but to win her heart.

After the door closed, Nathan slumped weakly against the couch. He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, and covered them with his hands.

A few seconds later, he jumped to his feet. After running to the closet, he grabbed a coat and put it on. Then, he grabbed another coat before hurrying out the door.

The street was bitterly cold and eerily quiet. It seemed like a deserted town. The street lamps cast a warm yellow glow down onto the ground. The night air was frigid even though there was no snow.

Mila felt a heavy sense of gloom as she walked under the streetlights. She deeply regretted what she had done.

Things might have turned out differently if she hadn't been so wrapped up in her worries and had gone straight to Nathan after her return to Norvania.

She knew that a man as remarkable as Nathan surely had many options and wasn't destined to marry her. She placed her hands on her stomach and looked up at the sky with a heavy sigh.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she silently apologized to her baby for losing its father.

Suddenly, Mila heard the sound of footsteps steadily approaching. When she turned, someone draped a cloak over her shoulders from behind. She was startled momentarily but was relieved to see that it was Nathan.

“I'm almost at the dorm. You don't have to walk me," Mila said. She lowered her head to hide her tears.

"Come on. Let me walk you," Nathan replied gently.

Mila remained silent. Nathan's thick, oversized coat felt like a warm and comforting embrace to her, making her seem even smaller underneath it.

They walked together in silence toward the farthest dormitory building. Ten minutes later, they arrived at the front door of Mila's dorm. Mila took the coat off and handed it back to Nathan. "Thank you."

Nathan took the coat and regarded her with a pensive, solemn expression.

Mila entered the dorm and glanced back at him with a soft smile. "Good night."

Just as she was about to shut the door, Nathan stopped her. Mila reopened the door. She was perplexed by his action and his intense gaze.

"There's a flight to Phoenicia tomorrow at 6:00 am. Come with me to register the marriage.” Nathan's tone was firm.

Mila was taken aback and responded weakly, “Isn't that too sudden?" "Are you going to marry me or not?" Nathan asked solemnly.

Mila nodded. "Yes."

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