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Nathan couldn’t help but purse his lips. He couldn’t smile even though he wanted to. He ruffled Mila’s hair gently and said, “I don’t eat supper, so go have a rest.”
Mila lowered her head and secretly yawned. Her voice muffled as she said, “You should go back to your room and rest too.
“If there’s anything, be sure to call me immediately. I will come to your room right away.”
At that moment, Nathan found Mila’s ideas very interesting. He never thought he would need a delicate and frail woman to protect him.
“Okay,” he replied.
“Set my number on the speed dial,” Mila told Nathan.
Nathan calmly took out his phone and set Mila’s number as a speed dial.
“All set,” Nathan showed her his phone as he gently said, “Can you go to sleep now?” Mila was still worried. She continued, “Don’t eat anything given by anyone else.
“From now on, let Phoebe be in charge of your meals. Her cooking is as good as Keith’s.‘
“I’ll do as you say,” Näthan replied. He didn’t expect her to take it so seriously. He was
touched.
“Then I’ll go to sleep.” She waved to him and said, “Nate, goodnight.”
After that, she left the living room and went upstairs.
Nathan watched her back with complicated emotions swirling inside him. He never worried about Sally trying to trick him or to drug him. He would never let Sally force him into
marriage.
He just took this opportunity to keep Mila by his side for a little longer, so that he could have more chances to see her.
The next morning, Mila had her alarm set, so she woke up very early.
She joined Phoebe in preparing breakfast.
No matter how Phoebe tried to persuade her, she refused to leave the kitchen.
The previous Mila never did any housework.
Mila said that everyone had their own strengths. She wasn’t good at cooking, so she never
wasted time on it.
But now, she was learning to prepare breakfast in the kitchen.
Phoebe sighed. She said, “Mila, you should go out. You should do what you like. For example, reading, doing experiments, drafting, or painting.”
“I want to learn,” Mila said with an ingratiating smile.
“You don’t have to worry about this kind of stuff, so what’s the point of learning this?”
“I just want to learn,” Mila muttered.
“Is it for Mr. Morrison?” Phoebe teased.
Mila frowned, clearly unhappy. She said, “Why on earth would I learn how to prepare breakfast for him?”
“Whatever you say.” Phoebe couldn’t argue with her.
The two of them busied themselves in the kitchen for a while.
Nathan came downstairs and sat down in the dining room. He took out his phone to look at his schedule and official business.
Mila walked out excitedly while holding a tray of breakfast. She said, “Morning, Nate.”
Nathan stopped looking at his phone. He looked at the apron–clad Mila instead. He said with a smile, “Good morning, Chubs.”
“This is your breakfast,” Mila said as she pushed the tray full of food toward him. Then, she sat directly across from him. She looked at him excitedly while having her hands supporting
her chin.
“You made this?” Nathan asked.
Mila nodded happily.
Nathan looked at the scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, and buttered toast. The presentation was neat. It smelled appetizing too.
He wondered about the taste.
Nathan put down his phone. Subsequently, he picked up his utensils to eat. He picked up a piece of grilled tomato and took a few bites. He smiled knowingly after tasting the food.
Mila was full of anticipation. She asked nervously, “How does it taste?”
“It’s delicious,” Nathan replied as he ate the breakfast gracefully. He smiled while eating his
meal.
Mila thought it must be very tasty after seeing him enjoying the food so much. She went back
to the kitchen to bring out her own breakfast.
Phoebe was in the kitchen eating the food she prepared herself. She refused to eat the one Mila made.
Mila wanted to prove to Phoebe that cooking was not difficult for her.
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Mila picked up her utensils, but when she looked at Nathan, he had already finished his entire breakfast.
Nathan wiped his mouth with a serviette. He murmured, “The food was very delicious.”
With such a good review, Mila was really curious about how good it tasted.
She picked up a grilled tomato and placed it in her mouth.
The sweetness of the grilled tomato overwhelmed her taste buds in a flash and she frowned. The grilled tomato wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t good either, just a little bit sweet.
She seemed to have mistaken sugar for salt. She also added too much sugar to the food.
As expected, the buttered toast was sweet, and so were the scrambled eggs.
The more she ate, the more embarrassed she felt. She kept her head lowered.
Nathan said with a smile, “It really is delicious. I like it.”
Mila was comforted by his words. She slowly put down her cutlery, because she really couldn’t get used to this taste. It was too embarrassing.
She changed the subject and asked, “Nate, what are your plans for today?”
Nathan’s expression became gloomy. He said, “I don’t have any work today. Daniel has been discharged from the hospital, so I’m leaving to visit him.”
Mila immediately grew tense as she rested her hands on the tabletop. She said, “I haven’t visited Dan since he woke up. How is he doing now? Has he recovered well?”
Nathan felt uncomfortable when he saw Mila was worried about Daniel. He asked in return, Do you want to visit him together with me?”
Mila decisively said, “Of course.” She was here to protect Nathan, so she naturally had to stick close to him.
Nathan said, “After breakfast, we’ll leave.”
Mila touched her messy hair and glanced at her casual attire. She quickly took off the apron.” Nate, wait for me. I’ll go change my clothes,” she said.
After that, Mila dashed upstairs.
Leaning back in his chair, Nathan looked down with a gloomy expression. He looked glum as he fixed his gaze on the table.
Mila seemed very happy and excited to meet Daniel.
Ten minutes later, Mila ran downstairs. Nathan was waiting downstairs.
Mila tied her hair up in a bun. She wore a white shirt and jeans. She looked very cute and energetic.
She ran downstairs and said, “I’m ready. Let’s go, Nate.”
Although Nathan was unhappy, he still managed to muster a smile.
As Mila reached the last two steps of the staircase, she wasn’t paying attention, so she tripped.
“Ah!” she screamed as she fell forward.
Nathan quickly caught her.
Luckily, Mila fell into his arms. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly.
The two of them were closely pressed together, with only thin clothing separating them. The connection between them felt incredibly intimate and vivid.
Both of them froze. They gazed into each other’s eyes. At that moment, their gaze was very intense. They were both frozen stiff but their hearts pounded furiously.
Their faces were just inches from each other and they could even feel each other’s breath.
“Mi-” Phoebe, who was getting the car, stepped inside. Upon seeing the scene, she stopped calling for Mila. Then, she turned 180 degrees and walked out.
Nathan gulped and slowly helped her up.
He slowly looked away and his voice was hoarse as he said, “Be careful.”
“Thank you, Nate,” Mila breathed out. She nervously stepped back as her cheeks flushed.
“Let’s go,” she said while passing by Nathan. She lowered her head to hide her embarrassment
and walked out.
Nathan adjusted his tie and calmed himself then followed her out.
In the backyard of the Morrison Residence, there was a summerhouse nestled within the
arboretum.
The summerhouse was surrounded by
a small pine forest.
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When Nathan and Mila arrived at the summerhouse, there were no staff in sight.
Nathan knocked on the door and slowly pushed it open.
The room was pitch black. There wasn’t any noise either. It was dead silent.
Mila and Phoebe, who were attracted by the scenery outside, were also struck by the chilly. atmosphere in the room.
“Get out!” A man angrily shouted with a hoarse voice. He sounded exhausted and worn out.
Mila was startled. She moved closer to Nathan and unconsciously grasped his arm.
Nathan glanced at her hand as he gently held it.
Due to the light shining in from the doorway, they saw a shadowy figure lurking in the room.
“Daniel. It’s me, Nate,” Nathan said while walking into the room with Mila.
Looking at the pitch–black living room, Mila gathered up her courage and said, “Dan, I’ve come to see you.”
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Phoebe immediately covered her ears. Mila clung tightly to Nathan’s arm. She took a deep breath. She stood at the doorway, staring into the room.
Nathan patted Mila’s head. He reassured her before talking to Daniel, “Daniel, I brought Chubs to see you. We mean no harm. Please let us come in.”
“I told you to get out!” Daniel shouted like a madman. He roared like a wild beast on the verge of collapse in the prairie.
Shortly after, there was a loud crash as something was smashed.
Not only the sound of utensils shattering but also the sound of furniture toppling over.
Then, a glass was thrown and shattered near Mila,
Nathan pulled her away from the doorway.
Phoebe was flabbergasted. She was shocked as she looked into the pitch–black room.
Was there a wild beast inside the room?
Nathan said softly, “Daniel, calin down. We will come back again when you are feeling better.”
Nathan closed the door after finished speaking.
As Nathan turned around, he saw Mila with teary eyes. He was stunned.
Mila’s heart was beating fast. She asked, “What’s wrong with Dan?”
Nathan walked her out of the arboretum. He brought her to sit in a gazebo.
Phoebe joined them. She was sitting next to Mila with her hands propping up her chin. She was very curious as she looked at Nathan.
Nathan’s expression was solemn. He explained as he looked melancholy, “Daniel was saved, but now he’s suffering more than if he were dead.
“He resents us for saving his life. He hates us for not letting him die a hero’s death.”
Mila was heartbroken. She said, “Isn’t being alive better? What could be more important than life?”
Nathan continued as he pursed his lips, “For him, being alive is more painful.”
“Why?” Mila asked as she wiped away the tears on her face.
Nathan explained, “Daniel’s corneas were lacerated, causing him to be blind in both eyes. His spinal nerves were damaged. Because of that, he was unable to stand or walk.
“There are still many fragments in his heart that couldn’t be removed. These are all severe pains that ordinary people cannot relate to. It’s tormenting him every day.”
Mila covered her mouth in anguish, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Phoebe’s face turned pale. She couldn’t help but pity him.
Nathan’s eyes reddened as he continued in a trembling voice, “It’s not his physical injuries that destroy his willpower, but his first love.”
Mila felt a burning sensation in her throat. She was rendered speechless by his plight. She shed tears after closing her eyes.
Phoebe asked, “After all he’s been through, he wouldn’t still want to be with his first love, would he?”
Nathan’s expression became somber. He replied, “It was his first love who betrayed him.
“I can’t believe it!” Phoebe exclaimed.
Mila stared at Nathan in shock.
When Daniel was dying, he held onto his first love’s ring. Wasn’t it supposed to be true love? Why did it end with a betrayal?
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Mila’s heart sank ás she glanced back at the summerhouse entrance, her voice filled with concern. “Nate, Dan is visually impaired and unable to walk. With his volatile temper, who will care for him?
Nathan’s gaze was intense as he spoke softly, “He’s been heavily drinking. Once he passes out, the maid will tidy up his room, and the doctor will administer intravenous nutrition and rehabilitation treatments.”
Mila couldn’t bear watching Daniel inflict such torment upon himself. It felt like witnessing a slow form of suicide. “I need to go see him.”
With determination, Mila rose from her seat and headed toward the summerhouse.
“Mila.” Nathan stood up nervously, contemplating whether to stop her, but ultimately held back, restraining himself.
Mila simply wished to rescue Daniel from his despair. He should appreciate her efforts.
Nathan watched as Mila vanished from his sight. At that moment, an inexplicable sense of desolation and loneliness washed over him, accompanied by a tumultuous mix of emotions.
Mila’s genuine care and affection for Daniel were unmistakable.
Phoebe observed Nathan’s conflicted and troubled expression. “Mr. Morrison, Mila has always. been compassionate, so-”
“You don’t need to explain,” Nathan interrupted Phoebe.
While he struggled with Mila’s affection for another, he also held onto hope for Daniel’s
recovery.
Nathan settled into his seat, took out his phone to handle some work matters, and waited. patiently for Mila to come out.
Time ticked away.
The pair waited a long time, but Mila failed to emerge from the room.
Suddenly, Phoebe’s phone chimed twice.
She glanced at her phone, then looked up in astonishment. “Mr. Morrison, Mila just sent me a message requesting that I prepare some soup and bring it in.
Nathan rose swiftly and turned around. “I’ll handle it.”
Phoebe trailed after him.
Another 30 minutes slipped by.
Outside the kitchen of the Morrison Residence, Nathan handed the soup to Phoebe. “You
should take this in. Daniel rarely opens up to others as he does with Mila.
“Perhaps you could let her stay a bit longer and keep him company.”
“But what about you?” Phoebe inquired.
“I’ll manage. Daniel needs her more,” Nathan replied with a bitter smile.
“Alright.” With that, Phoebe took the soup and departed.
Nathan released a soft sigh, feeling the weight in his heart increase. An indescribable, heavy ache spread through his chest.
Beneath the scorching sun, he departed Sudvilla alone.
Upon entering the summerhouse, Mila discovered Daniel unconscious on the floor.
She guided Daniel to the bed, tended to his hands and feet, and then requested Phoebe to prepare a serving of soup.
Taking advantage of his intoxicated state, she delicately opened his mouth and proceeded to feed him spoonfuls of soup.
After two hours had passed, Mila emerged from the summerhouse, only to find Nathan already departed.
Anxiously searching around, she inquired, “Where’s Nate?”
Phoebe replied, “Mila, Mr. Morrison has left. He mentioned that Daniel needs you more and requested you to stay behind and care for him.”
“Dan does need someone to care for him, but once he wakes up, he won’t recognize anyone. I can’t convince him, and staying here won’t make a difference,” Mila said as she walked out, her anxiety palpable. “But Nate could be in danger at any moment.”
Phoebe trailed after Mila, reassuring her, “Mila, you really shouldn’t worry too much about Mr. Morrison. He’s highly capable, and his assistant is dependable. He’ll be alright.”
Mila continued walking briskly along the shaded garden path toward the gate. She spoke breathlessly, “Some things are simply unavoidable.”
“Mila, ultimately, there are two categories of drugging. One type leaves a person powerless and vulnerable to manipulation by others.
“The other type acts as an aphrodisiac, intensifying desires beyond one’s control.”
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"What's your point?" Mila showed no signs of slowing down.
Phoebe replied, "Administering drugs to a man would undoubtedly involve the second type."
Mila turned to Phoebe, her expression puzzled.
Phoebe continued, slightly breathless, "Mila, your concern for Mr. Morrison's safety has clouded your judgment. Take a moment to think rationally. Mr. Morrison is aware of Sally's hidden agenda against him, so he must be vigilant."
Mila stayed silent, prompting Phoebe to elaborate further.
Phoebe stressed, "Firstly, Mr. Morrison's two assistants would never risk betraying him. If they were caught, they'd face severe consequences.
"Secondly, drugging a man requires him to be both disoriented and aroused. If Mr. Morrison carries a tranquilizer, he won't be vulnerable even if exposed to an aphrodisiac.
"Lastly, I doubt Sally poses a threat to Mr. Morrison. You're just being overly anxious."
Mila finally composed herself and exited the Morrison Residence, with Phoebe trailing behind. "Phoebe, do you think Nate would find it absurd, even ironic, that I came here to protect him?"
"Why would you assume that?"
Mila stood by the roadside, wearing a bitter smile as she attempted to hail a cab. "I made it clear to him that we couldn't even be friends, and I hoped to never cross paths with him again. Now, I'm just contradicting myself."
"Mila, you had your reasons, and it seems like Mr. Morrison doesn't hold it against you."
Mila's bitterness lingered. Just then, a cab pulled up in front of her, but she hesitated, not immediately getting in.
"Phoebe, you're right. Nate doesn't require my protection at all. He's perfectly capable of looking after himself. Should I still return to Sudvilla?"
"I believe you should stay at Sudvilla for now," Phoebe replied, opening the taxi door and gently urging her, "Mila, hop in. We can discuss further once we're inside."
Mila complied and entered the cab, with Phoebe following suit.
Seated side by side in the cab, Phoebe spoke calmly, "Oliver was merely crippled by Mr. Morrison; he wasn't killed."
"If you still intend to return to Hoffis Manor, he won't show you mercy, and Mr. Morrison won't consent either."
Mila fell into deep thought.
Forty minutes later, the cab came to a stop at the entrance of Imperial Heights. Mila and Phoebe stepped out of the vehicle and made their way toward Sudvilla.
As they walked, Mila reached for her phone and dialed a number.
Since she was occupied with attending to Daniel at the Morrison Residence, it had already gone past lunchtime, and she was unsure of Nathan's whereabouts.
After a few rings, the call was answered.
"Nate, where are you?" Mila inquired.
Nathan's voice was low and raspy as he softly uttered two words, "At home."
Mila sensed something amiss. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," Nathan replied.
Mila's uneasiness grew with each passing moment. Nathan's voice was typically vibrant. Even when fatigued, it wouldn't sound this hoarse and subdued.
Concerned, Mila dashed off in a panic.
Phoebe trailed behind, puzzled by the situation.
Five minutes later, Mila reached Sudvilla.
As she was about to enter, she caught sight of the chef, Keith Jorgas, emerging from inside, looking visibly flustered.
Mila intercepted Keith's path, inquiring, "Keith, didn't I tell you to take a break? Why are you back at work?"
Keith's smile faltered, and he cast a nervous glance back inside before explaining, "Ms. Suzanne, I left my recipe notebook in the kitchen. I returned to retrieve it and also to prepare lunch for Mr. Morrison."
"Has Nate already eaten?" Mila inquired.
"He has. Ms. Suzanne, I wasn't aware that you and Phoebe had returned, so I didn't make extra servings. I sincerely apologize. How about I treat both of you to a meal instead? I appreciate both of you looking out for me."
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“Invite us out for a meal?” Phoebe exclaimed, taken aback.
Mila’s expression darkened at this unexpected suggestion, her concern mounting. She swiftly bypassed Keith and hurried into the house, with Keith anxiously attempting to follow.
Phoebe grasped Keith’s arm, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Keith, what’s happening today? Why are you so jittery?
Keith shook off Phoebe’s hand. “It’s nothing. I should get going.”
Phoebe stepped in front of Keith, blocking his path. “What’s the hurry? Let’s wait for a while.”
Keith glanced nervously inside once more, visibly flustered.
Phoebe noticed every move he made. With her extensive experience as a bodyguard, she sensed that something was seriously amiss.
Without hesitation, she tackled him to the ground.
Mila dashed into the living room and heard Sally’s persistent knocking at the door.
“Nate, please open up! It’s Sally. Nate…” Sally’s voice echoed as she continued to knock on the door, insisting, “Open the door, I need to speak with you!”
Mila glanced at the wall clock. It was already two in the afternoon, an hour past lunchtime.
Hurrying upstairs, Mila found Sally adorned in a sheer chiffon dress, her provocative lingerie subtly visible, accentuating her enticing figure.
“What exactly are you up to?” Mila demanded, her anger barely contained.
Sally froze momentarily, then turned to face Mila, her expression transitioning from surprise
to seriousness.
Swiftly readjusting her attire, Sally countered, “What brings you here? Weren’t you-”
Mila narrowed her gaze. “Weren’t I what?”
Sally hesitated to speak further.
Mila’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Oh, did you believe I was being held captive by Oliver?”
Sally forced a smile and picked up her bag from the floor. With a composed facade, she took out her phone and dialed Oliver’s number.
Unable to reach him, she expressed her confusion, “Where could Oliver be?”
Mila remained stoic. “He’s probably dead at his house. But what about you? Why are you
dressed like that and showing up at Sudvilla?”
Sally replied casually, “Sudvilla was originally a marital home that Nate built for me. I lived here for quite some time, and even the password is my birthday.”
The term “marital home” stirred something within Mila’s heart.
Nathan had indeed decorated this house to suit Wanda’s preferences, which was why she loved.
it there.
Mila confronted Sally head–on.
At that moment, Cole, having been alerted to the situation, rushed in with two subordinates. Upon reaching the second–floor corridor, they found Mila already present.
“Ms. Suzanne, you’ve returned?”
Mila nodded affirmatively. “Yes.”
After exchanging pleasantries, Cole fixed Sally with a stern gaze. “Ms. Hoffis, what brings you here?”
Sally awkwardly straightened her attire and forced a smile. “I’m looking for Nate.”
In a cold tone, Cole stated, “Mr. Morrison has already kicked you out and told you to leave. Do you have any self–awareness at all?”
Sally clenched her jaw, restraining herself as she addressed Cole, “I need to speak to him.”
“Mr. Morrison has made it clear he doesn’t want to see you. Allow us to escort you home. Let’s go,” Cole insisted.
Feeling frustrated, Sally turned back to the door and resumed knocking once more. “Nate, it’s me, Sally! We’ve known each other since childhood. Have you forgotten our shared memories? Why are you treating me like this?”
Cole signaled to his two subordinates, and they forcibly seized Sally’s arms, dragging her downstairs.
Sally wrestled, crying out, “Let me go! Who do you think you are to lay your hands on me?”
Cole trailed them downstairs to handle Sally.
In that instant, Mila experienced a surge of fear.
She hadn’t imagined Sally would dare to bribe Keith and commit a crime at Sudvilla.
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It felt utterly absuta
that Nathan could be drugged simply by having a meal at home.
Mila grew increasingly concerned about Nathan, who remained locked in his room.
Knocking on the door, she called out, “Nate, it’s Wanda. Sally has been taken away by Cole and the others. Can you please open the door?”
Nathan’s voice came from within, “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry about me.
Feeling unsettled, Mila persisted, “Please, open the door. If you’re feeling unwell, I can take you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine.”
“Then just unlock the door so I can see you.‘
“There’s no need for that.”
Mila’s voice softened as she gently pleaded, “Nate, please, just open the door.”
Nathan’s impatience was evident as he sharply inquired, “Wanda, are you that oblivious?”
It was the first time Mila had heard Nathan speak so harshly to her, let alone call her oblivious.
“Why are you scolding me?” Mila muttered, looking hurt. “I’m concerned for you. I genuinely care. How could you accuse me of being oblivious?”
The more Mila dwelled on it, the more her frustration mounted. “If you’re alright and capable of managing Sally’s scheme on your own, then my presence isn’t needed. I’ll excuse myself!”
As her words trailed off, the door swung open unexpectedly.
Before Mila could respond, Nathan ushered her into the room.
With a swift motion, he shut the door.
Before Mila could fully grasp the situation, she found herself pressed against the wall.
Nathan positioned himself against the wall, effectively trapping her in place.
Mila’s breath quickened, her heart pounding as she nervously met Nathan’s gaze.
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He stood shirtless, his chiseled upper body showcasing defined muscles and smooth lines, exuding a subtle fragrance of shower gel.
His short hair was partially damp, and his ruggedly handsome face bore a slight flush.
The reddish hue exterided from his face to his neck, continuing down to his bare chest, which appeared a shade rosier than usual.
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His gaze bore into hers, intense and penetrating, akin to a blazing furnace, almost melting her
resolve.
Mila nervously swallowed, her lips pressed together, uncertain of how to respond. Her heart raced, and a blush crept onto her cheeks.
In a hoarse voice, Nathan murmured, “You see, I’m alright.”
Mila simply nodded in acknowledgment.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
Mila remarked, “You seem to be managing fine at the moment, and Keith, the chef who accepted bribes, has been caught.
“Since you’re capable of handling difficult situations on your own, it isn’t necessary for me to stay here and offer my help.”
“She might try to bribe Cole next time,” Nathan murmured. “I’ll need your protection.”
Mila sensed his attempt to hide his discomfort. “Were you drugged?” she inquired.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, taking a deep breath.
‘Are you experiencing any discomfort? Why did you remove your shirt?”
Nathan’s gaze remained intense as he explained, “It’s quite warm. I just took a cold shower.”
Mila nervously toyed with the hem of her clothes, her gaze dropping as she felt a twinge of resentment. “Why did you call me oblivious just now?”
Nathan offered a bitter smile. “I clearly said I was fine and asked you to keep your distance, yet you insisted on seeing me. Are you that oblivious?”
“I was simply concerned about you-” Mila began to explain.
Nathan interrupted, “It seems that I only run into trouble when you’re around.”
“Are
you still upset?” Mila inquired.
Nathan closed the distance between them slowly, his warm breath grazing her cheek, causing her entire body to tense. She remained pressed against the wall, afraid to make a move.
Nathan’s deep voice held a captivating allure as he murmured, “Upset? Did you insist on seeing me because you wanted to make me feel better?”
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Mila’s face turned red, and she averted her gaze, unable to meet Nathan’s eyes, her breath quickening. “I–I’ll take you to
the hospital,” she stammered.
Nathan spoke softly, “Are you concerned about the media not having enough material?”
Mila shook her head vigorously. “That’s not what I meant.”
Nathan’s gaze intensified as he stared at her blushing face, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he licked his dry lips.
He breathed in the delicate aroma emanating from her, his heart racing, consumed by desire. The passion he had
recently suppressed with a cold shower was now rekindled.
His hand clenched tightly before he released it, stepping back as he instructed, “Leave.”
Mila was caught off guard. “What?”
“Stay at Sudvilla. Don’t venture elsewhere,” Nathan advised sternly.
“But what about your health? Are you truly alright?” Mila inquired, concern evident in her
eyes.
Nathan found himself drawn to her rosy lips as she spoke, each syllable holding him captive like a mesmerizing poppy
flower–tempting yet perilous.
He had savored the taste of her lips, fully aware of their delightful allure.
Nathan responded hoarsely, “I won’t die.”
Recalling Sally’s reaction, Mila inquired, “Nate, Sally seemed clueless about what happened to Oliver. Can you fill me
in?”
Nathan’s frown deepened, his expression turning grim. “Do you care for him?”
“Not quite,” Mila explained anxiously. “I’m concerned that Oliver might be dead, I can’t locate my parents, and I’m also worried about the possibility of you facing criminal charges if something were to happen to him.”
Nathan drew a deep breath, exerting all his self–control to suppress his desires. “He’s not dead. You should leave now.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s at the hospital.”
“Did you save him?”
Nathan was on the brink of losing his composure. He posed one final question, “Wanda, are
you leaving or not?”
Meanwhile, Mila’s mind was consumed with questions about Oliver’s fate following her rescue.
She completely overlooked Nathan’s condition, still reeling from the effects of the drugs, both mentally and physically.
Persistently, she kept asking, “If Oliver isn’t dead, can I press charges against him for kidnapping?”
Suddenly, Nathan seized her hand and pulled her toward the master bed.
“Nate, what are you doing?” Mila panicked, her voice trembling.
Nathan led her to the edge of the bed, his arm securely trapped her and one of his knees
nestled between her legs, pressing her onto the mattress.
Mila’s face turned red, her body trembling with nervous anticipation. She stuttered, “N–Nate, w–what are you planning to do?”
In a whisper, Nathan uttered, “Do you realize how much agony I’m enduring at this moment?”
Mila nodded, tension evident in her clear, moist eyes.
“Do you know how many times I’ve told you to leave?”
Mila shook her head in response.
“Are you just sticking around to exploit the situation?”
Mila was confused by the triple inquiry. “Exploit? Exploit what?”
Nathan couldn’t help but smile helplessly. Mila had been lingering in his room, posing irrelevant questions. Wasn’t she here to take advantage of Sally’s absence?
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her lips.
At that moment, Mila was so startled that her body tensed up. She stared wide–eyed at the handsome face before her, his features blurred and indistinct, leaving her utterly bewildered.
Nathan’s kiss was intense, his breath warm, reminiscent of a parched desert traveler greedily
quenching their thirst after days of longing.
The kiss left her dizzy, her entire body feeling weak as if the air itself was being drawn away, making it hard to catch her
breath..
Mila realized what was happening and attempted to push him away, but she found herself lacking the strength to resist.
She was kissed until her entire body felt drained and feeble.
Nathan’s strong physique pressed against hers, seeking solace and release. She blushed, her heart racing
uncontrollably.
She released a shy moan, pressing her hands against his warm, solid chest.
Nathan playfully teased and sucked on her lips and tongue, his hands caressing her body.
A wave of unfamiliar, uncontrollable sensations surged through her, leaving her body tingling with want, her mind
foggy, and her desires insatiable.
She felt Nathan’s body responding, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation flooding her.
Slowly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, shutting her eyes and attempting to surrender to the pleasure and
intensity he offered.
Nathan kissed her deeply yet gently, his remaining restraint preventing him from fully succumbing to his lustful desires.
His lips, slender and delicate, glided from the corner of her mouth to her ear, catching the faint, sweet scent of her hair
as his breath hitched slightly. Closing his eyes, he whispered, “Wanda, will you marry
me?”
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As the passion subsided, Mila gradually returned to her senses, her gaze shifting to the ceiling as she slowly released her arms from around Nathan's neck, feeling a whirlwind of emotions.
Nathan tenderly caressed her hair and softly kissed her earlobe, his voice husky, almost pleading, "Wanda, I'll give you everything you desire. I'll ensure a bright future for us. I'll devote myself entirely to loving you. Will you marry me?"
A sharp pang shot through Mila's heart, tears welling up in her eyes, turning them red. She tightly clenched her fists, struggling to contain her emotions.
If she was still suffering from amnesia and heard these words, she'd undoubtedly be moved, eagerly nodding in agreement.
But she wasn't Wanda; she was Mila. She couldn't afford to become entangled with the leader of the Norvanian military
"I'm sorry, Nate." Mila's voice quivered, tears blurring her sight. "I can't accept your proposal." Nathan's eyes closed in anguish as he pressed his face against her neck, his voice filled with profound sadness as he asked, "Is it because you don't love me, or because you can't?" Mille's heart clenched with pain. She knew that if she professed her love for him but insisted they couldn't be together, Nathan wouldn't simply accept her words.
He would dig deeper, demanding answers. Then he would eventually uncover her true identity.
With tears streaming down her cheeks, Mila closed her eyes, maintaining a composed facade. "I don't love you, and we can't be together."
Nathan's body tensed, overcome by agony that pierced his heart. He managed a bitter smile, his eyes turning red with emotion.
The ache in his heart surpassed any physical longing, consuming him with agony and torment. Slowly, he pulled away from Mila's embrace.
Mila reached out, wrapping her arms around Nathan's neck as she peered into his eyes, now tinged with red, brimming with sorrow and melancholy that pierced her heart.
Her voice trembled as she uttered, "Nate, I'm willing.
With a hand steadying himself against the bed, Nathan gently lowered Mila's hand with the other, observing her from above. "Willing to do what?" he inquired.
"I'm willing to sleep with you," she confessed without a trace of embarrassment. Seeing Nathan's pained expression, Mila's own heart ached in sympathy.
Nathan narrowed his moist, reddened eyes, managing a forced smile as he gently tousled her hair. "Don't be silly,' he said before stepping into the bathroom.
As the warmth faded from her body, Mila felt a dull ache in her heart.
She remained still on the bed, tears silently streaming down her cheeks, trailing onto her earlobes.
Nathan had intended to propose before taking things further.
Despite his desires, he didn't want to hurt her after being rejected. If he couldn't win her heart, he refused to take her innocence.
The mere thought of it intensified Mila's anguish, leaving her breathless with unbearable pain. Wiping away her tears, she rose slowly, feeling her heartache intensify with each passing moment. She couldn't bear to witness Nathan's pain any longer.
Reflecting on the past, Mila regretted not realizing Nathan's feelings for her ten years ago. Upon leaving the country, she purposely distanced herself from him, never considering the hurt he might have felt. Cutting off all contact, she unknowingly caused him years of sorrow. Mila was determined not to repeat past mistakes, nor did she want to give Nathan false hope only to hurt him again.
The next time she left Norvania, it might be for five years, or perhaps even indefinitely.
Leaving Nathan's room, Mila felt a sense of sadness enveloping her.
She had no clue about the anguish Nathan was enduring that day. Whether it was physical or emotional, he was suffering relentlessly.
The following day, Nathan appeared to be back to normal.
Despite the rejection, Nathan continued to be as gentle and respectful toward Mila, holding no grudges.
He didn't pursue her in a typical manner, with jewelry, luxurious cars, grand estates, flowers, or sweet words, nor did he plan extravagant romantic gestures.
Instead, Nathan showed his love through respect and freedom, willing to fulfill any of Mila's desires without imposing anything on her.
His love was profound, yet veiled in restraint.
While Mila's feelings were evident, her identity prevented her from reciprocating. She couldn't bring herself to expect Nathan to wait unconditionally for another five years.
If anything were to hinder her retum to Norvania within that time frame, she would feel indebted to him for the rest of her life.
Several days had passed.
While Mila was still anxious about Sally targeting Nathan once more, Phoebe delivered some troubling news.
"Mila, Sally is getting married."
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Mila remained unfazed, her gaze fixed on the pages of her book. "She won't be able to tie the knot."
Phoebe replied, "She won't be marrying Mr. Morrison. Knowing she can't win him over, she's tuming to money to influence her connections in Sunterland to acquire your ID card and household registration. She plans to marry using your identity."
Mila stared at Phoebe in shock.
Phoebe's expression darkened as she hurriedly took a seat beside Mila. "Your grandmother is already arranging the wedding. Do you know who the groom is?"
"I don't care who he is. How could Grandpa allow this?' Mila voiced her unease.
Phoebe sighed, "Your grandfather naturally objected, but he couldn't dissuade Sally's stubbornness, nor your unreasonable grandmother."
Mila clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth. "Sally will go to any lengths to inherit the Hoffis family's fortune."
What can we do?" Phoebe grasped her hand. "Mila, if she marries into Norvania's elite using your identity, it will lead to endless complications."
"An elite?" Mila exclaimed, growing increasingly frustrated.
Phoebe nodded. "Yes, the groom's father is the mayor."
Mila felt a wave of anxiety wash over her, fully grasping the gravity of the situation.
If they went ahead with the marriage, she would undoubtedly encounter another round of political scrutiny and investigations upon returning to Sunterland.
Then, she'd have to navigate the intricacies of her mamage in Norvania.
A myriad of complications would inevitably follow.
"But troubles aren't the most alarming," Mila murmured thoughtfully. "What truly worries me is the prospect of Sally marrying into Norvania and gaining inheritance nights.
"Once she establishes control over my grandparents' will, she might resort to harming them without any remorse."
Phoebe grew anxious. "Then what are we waiting for? Tomorrow, they're hosting the engagement banquet at the Phoenicia Grand Hotel.
"And the day after that, they're planning to officially register their marriage. The wedding itself will probably take place in about a month."
Mila remained hesitant. "But what will happen to my parents if I reveal my identity?" Phoebe reasoned, "Mila, your parents may already be deceased. Even though you haven't found their bodies, you can't continue enduring humiliation and allowing Sally to exploit your identity just for a glimmer of hope. Ultimately, it could endanger your grandparents!"
Mila's expression darkened as she grappled with her emotions, lost in thought.
"Should I ask Nate about this?" Mila proposed.
Phoebe sighed in resignation. "Mila, can't you see? Mr. Morrison has long wanted Sally and Oliver out of the picture. He's been tolerating them because of you."
With determination in her eyes, Mila declared, "Very well, tomorrow, at the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, we'll put on a grand spectacle and expose Sally's true nature!"
Phoebe's face brightened with a smile, her excitement palpable in her voice. "Mila, what's your plan?"
Considering Dario and Samuel are unable to leave prison, we'll have to bring her biological mother, Betty, as well as Sienna."
"Okay," Phoebe agreed, reaching for her phone to begin making arrangements. After a moment of consideration, she asked, "Do you think we should arrange for a DNA report?"
With confidence, Mila declared, "That would be unnecessary. Let me handle the rest. There won't be any mistakes."
Very well," Phoebe replied. She was confident that if Mila felt assured about something, it would undoubtedly turn out fine.
The following day, head lines buzzed with the news of the engagement between Norvania's wealthiest man's granddaughter and the son of Phoenicia's mayor.
The upper echelon of Norvania's business and political spheres graced the grand engagement banquet.
Having foreseen Sally's tactics, Nathan remained composed upon receiving the invitation.
He instructed Cole to bring an armed elite squad to be on stand-by outside.
Should Wanda choose not to intervene, he would silently follow her lead.
However, if Wanda decided to disrupt the wedding banquet, he would offer his unwavering support.
At the Phoenicia Grand Hotel, the opulent banquet hall was adorned with breathtaking floral arrangements and a canopy of twinkling stars, creating an enchanting ambiance.
The expansive banquet hall, adorned with a grand stage, served as the backdrop for an exquisite array of food and wine. The air was filled with the sound of glasses clinking, adding to the vibrant atmosphere.
Milla had not received a formal invitation. Instead, Zach discreetly provided her with an entry pass.
She graced the occasion in a flowing white gown, her long hair cascading elegantly around her. Her attire was understated yet refined, akin to a pristine jasmine flower-fragrant, yet unassuming.
Meanwhile, Phoebe was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, a practical choice for safeguarding Mila.
Mila and Phoebe stood in the corner, each holding a glass of red wine, quietly enjoying the enchanting plano melodies.
They observed the bustling crowd at the banquet, patiently anticipating Sally and her fiancé's arrival.