The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 447

Mila settled across from him, her smile vanishing in an instant. "Am I not welcome?"

Nathan replied, "You know that's not what I mean."

Resting her chin on her hands, Mila gazed at his solemn expression, her words slow and deliberate. "I wanted to see you."

Nathan was taken aback by her words. His heart pounded inexplicably as a sudden tension gripped him.

Why did she want to see him? Was it for some specific request? Or perhaps out of longing?

Feeling a dryness in his throat, Nathan swallowed hard and took a sip of the pumpkin soup, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Yet, the soup seemed sickly sweet, matching the unease swirling within him.

After finishing, Nathan carefully set the bowl down. "Chubs, if you have something on your mind, just speak up. Such ambiguous words can cause misunderstandings."

Mila pondered for a long while, realizing that stealing was neither feasible nor sensible. So, she had to resort to asking.

As Nathan waited for her response, Mila appeared to be in turmoil.

He briefly glanced at his phone screen to check if he had missed any crucial messages.

Underneath the table, Mila nervously dug her nails into her palm, her heart racing like that of a startled deer. Before she could speak, her cheeks were already burning with embarrassment.

"Nate, could you join me in bed?"

Her words lingered in the air, hanging heavily between them.

With a loud thud, Nathan's phone slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor, startling them both.

Mila approached him, looking up at him with determination. "Nate, I simply wish to share a night with you. No, perhaps two or three."

She wanted to bear his child. It was a risky wager—a bet on Sunterland's generosity.

Nathan stood with his hands on his waist and took a deep breath. Just hearing Mila's words made him feel feverish all over. Such bold and blatant seduction was something he couldn't resist.

"You're out of your mind, Chubs," Nathan said. He then grabbed her arm and led her toward the door. "I'll send you home."

"I'm not leaving, Nate," Mila protested, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, refusing to let go.

Nathan couldn't push her away, and neither did he dare to use force. He worried that he might hurt her.

Nathan's throat tightened as he peered down at Mila. His voice became husky and soft as he pleaded, "Chubs, please, don't be stubborn."