The Wrong Woman
Chapter 574

Nathan's intense gaze met Mila's as he tenderly stroked her long hair. Anxiously pursing her lips, Mila asked, "Nate, how's the plan going?"

"Let's save that talk for the morning, alright?" His eyes lingered on her soft pink lips, a subtle tension evident in the movement of his Adam's apple.

"Okay," Mila replied softly. Her hand gently caressed his seemingly weary face. "You must be exhausted. How about a bath to relax? Then you can get some rest."

"I'm not tired." Nathan's voice was husky and his eyes were glowing like embers. "I'll take a shower. Wait for me."

Assuming he had something to share, Mila nodded. "Alright."

Nathan stood, shedding his jacket before placing his phone on the bedside table and heading into the bathroom.

Mila sat up to check his phone and found it dead. She quickly fetched a charger and plugged it in. Tidying up the bed sheets, she settled into the space he intended to sleep in, warming it for him.

Ten minutes later, the sound of the bathroom door opening echoed. Mila sat up eagerly and said, "Nate, I've warmed up the bed for you, you..."

Her words trailed off.

Before Mila stood Nathan, towel in hand, wiping his damp hair.

His defined features remained as striking as ever, his torso bare, covered only by a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

His broad shoulders, trim waist, and muscular physique were breathtaking. His chest was firm, his abs clearly defined, and his V-line subtly visible.

The sight of Nathan, fresh from his bath, exuded raw masculinity.

Seldom seeing him undressed, Mila's face flushed, her heart racing with a sudden shyness. She lowered her eyes and mumbled, "I... You should get some sleep."

Nathan set down the towel, supporting himself as he leaned toward her.

Mila dropped her gaze further, almost hiding her chin in her neck. Her cheeks were warm and her heart was pounding as she questioned, "Aren't you going to put something on?"

Nathan remembered the last time he'd only worn shorts to bed, her cheeks had flushed just as they were now.

With a gentle smile, Nathan lifted her chin to meet her shy eyes. "We already had a child, and I'm merely without a shirt. What's making you blush?" he whispered.

Mila nervously touched her warm cheeks and then pushed against his cool chest. "You've just returned from a mission, you must be exhausted. You should rest."

Ignoring her resistance, Nathan drew her closer and kissed her lips. "I'm not tired, Chubs," he whispered between their soft exchanges.

Lost in the depth of his kiss, Mila closed her eyes and surrendered to the embrace of his passion.

"Did you miss me?" His voice, husky and deep, sent shivers down her spine. Trailing kisses from her lips to her cheek, then to her ear, he whispered, "You're up so late, worried about me, weren't you?"

His heart ached to hear her thoughts. Long-neglected emotions left him feeling tormented by emptiness. Nathan yearned to hear Mila express her love and longing for him. His vacant heart sought her to fill its void.

Mila's body tensed at the soft touch of his lips on her earlobe, a shy moan escaping her lips. She was too overwhelmed by his tender advances to respond.

His large hand slipped beneath her nightgown, tracing a slow, deliberate path.

It was then that Mila realized that rest was the last thing on his mind.

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