The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 573

Battling her restless anxiety, Mila endured a sleepless night, her heart filled with anticipation.

As the second day dawned, Nathan was still nowhere to be seen.

Hesitant to disturb him with a call, Mila found herself trapped in a torturous cycle of hope and apprehension.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly and each passing second weighed heavily on her. Her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the door, longing for Nathan's return. Yet, he remained absent.

By the late hours of the third day, Mila stumbled upon breaking news while scrolling through her phone. A fierce gun battle had erupted at Memorial Heights, with residents capturing the chaos on video and sharing it online.

The darkness of the night concealed the faces, leaving only the echoing sounds of gunfire.

Driven by overwhelming concern, Mila dialed Nathan's number, only to be greeted by the automated message indicating his phone was switched off.

She tossed her phone aside and sank onto her bed in discouragement. Her heart was heavy with oppressive dread as if caught in a whirlwind of worry.

At three in the morning, Mila was still wide awake.

She stood on the balcony in her coat with cold wind brushing against her. Her eyes fixed on the grand iron gate leading to the garden while silently praying for Nathan's safe return.

Time seemed to crawl until, suddenly, headlights pierced the darkness as a luxury car entered the villa. Mila immediately dashed into the house and toward the entrance.

Nathan stepped out of the car and before he could close the door, a figure rushed toward him.

"Nate!" Mila's voice choked with emotion.

Nathan's face revealed a blend of joy and concern. It was nearing four in the morning, yet Mila had not slept.

Before he could react, Mila rushed into his embrace, her arms circled his neck, and hugged him with all her might.

Nathan, in turn, wrapped his arms around her waist.

Given their height difference, Mila's feet left the ground. Her entire body was enveloped in the warmth of Nathan's embrace.

Mila felt her body ache from the intensity of their embrace. She lowered her blushed face and uttered, "We're outside; someone might see us."

Smirking, Nathan replied, "Who else but you would be awake at four in the morning?"

"I couldn't sleep," Mila murmured.

With hands supporting her hips, Nathan effortlessly lifted her into his arms and walked purposefully toward the house.

Mila clung tightly to Nathan's neck, afraid of falling. Her legs encircled his waist as she said, "Nate, put me down. I can walk."

"Shh," Nathan hushed gently.

With swift strides, he carried Mila back to the room and nudged the door shut behind them.

The warmly lit room seemed to dissolve Nathan's exhaustion. Gently laying Mila on the bed, he leaned over her and supported his weight on his elbows as he tenderly pressed his body against hers.