The Wrong Woman

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It was late at night. There were no stars or moonlight in sight.

After finishing his work, Nathan returned to Morrison Residence, and it was already past 11:00 pm.

Although the house was brightly lit, everyone had gone back to their rooms to rest.

The empty house felt desolate.

Nathan was very exhausted as he went up the stairs.

Upon reaching his room, he pushed the door open and it was pitch black inside the room.

Turning on the light, he didn't see Mila in the empty room.

He took off his coat and casually hung it on the coat rack.

With a desolate mood, he walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning over, he rested his head on his hands. He had been blaming himself all along.

For over a month, emptiness and discomfort had occupied half of his heart, while the other half was filled with endless longing for Mila.

Despite being husband and wife, living under the sroof, they felt like strangers to each other.

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After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

15 minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, wearing simple and clean pajamas.

He went to Mila's room and knocked but there was no response. So, he opened the door and found she wasn't there. He then went to Phoebe's room and knocked on her door.

At that moment, Phoebe opened the door. She was confused as she asked, "Mr. Morrison, it's late, what do you need from me?"

"Is my wife in your room?" Nathan said the words "my wife" with a firm and assertive tone.

Phoebe's eyes flickered as she was slightly nervous. She replied, "She is, but Mila is already asleep. What do you need-"

Before Phoebe could finish her sentence, Nathan forcefully pushed the door wider and forced his way in.

Phoebe was flustered and wanted to stop him, but didn't know where to start. She asked, "Mr. Morrison, what are you doing? As I said, Mila is already asleep. "She doesn't want to see you, that was why she cto sleep here. Why did you barge in like this?"

Ignoring Phoebe's words, Nathan walked toward the bed.

Mila was awakened by the noises. As she opened her eyes, she was lifted by someone. She was so shocked that she clung tightly to the person's shoulders. When she saw the man's face clearly, she struggled to get down. She was annoyed as she demanded, "Nathan, what are you doing? Let me down!"

Since it was a matter between a husband and wife, Phoebe didn't intervene. She just stood by watching.

Nathan carried her out with large strides. He said, "Have you forgotten what I said at noon?"

No divorce, no separation, no separate rooms, and certainly no separate beds.

She hadn't forgotten, but she didn't agree with him.

Why should she?

"Letgo!" Mila said angrily as she clenched her fists tightly. She then hit his chest a few times.

For Nathan, those hits didn't hurt or bother him. He could genuinely feel her anger, not indifference, so he was somewhat happy.

Nathan carried her back to his

bedroom and then closed the doo

with

foot. Nathan knelt beside

the bed and gently put her on the bed.

As soon as Mila lay down, he pulled the blanket to cover her.

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Mila pulled the blanket away and tried to get out of bed, but Nathan pressed her shoulder firmly.

His tone becheavier as he said, "Ifbeing gentle doesn't work, I wouldn't mind using force."

Mila frowned. She said unhappily, "You're thinking of using force against me? Planning to hit me?" Nathan's gaze was gentle. He blurted out, "I can't bear to."

Mila ignored him.

Realizing there was no escape, she turned her back to Nathan and lay close to the edge of the bed. She pulled the blanket up to cover her entire body.

On the large bed, she slept close to the edge.

Nathan's deep and intense gaze lingered on her for a long time

before he finally lay down on the net

bed. Then, he pulled the blanket over himself and turned off the light.

The distance of an arm's length between them felt like an insurmountable gap.

His heart felt empty, while his body was restless like a flickering flame.

There was only silence in the dark room.

"Chubs, I'm sorry," Nathan apologized.

A low, hoarse whisper cfrom the man. Mila vaguely heard his apology.

During these days, it wasn't the first tMila had heard Nathan apologize to her. Back then, she hadn't responded at all. And now, she intended to ignore him. What she wanted was never Nathan's apology.

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