The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338 

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..