The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397 

Mila felt a mix of embarrassment and joy in her heart. It appeared that Nathan’s body was highly sensitive and unable to tolerate such situations. 

Softly, he asked, “Mila, would you mind stepping out for a moment? Wait for me by the door.” 

“Sure,” Mila replied, her grin subtly contained as she lowered her gaze. She casually stood up and left the bathroom, all the while appearing to look calm. 

Closing the door behind her, Mila found herself unable to contain her excitement any longer. She giggled, her flushed face hidden behind her hands. 

The scene from moments ago flashed through her mind. 

Lowering her hands, Mila looked down at them, feeling increasingly bashful. She didn’t know how she had mustered the courage just moments ago to touch Nathan’s crotch so boldly. 

Mila had never experienced such intense embarrassment before. She hurriedly made her way to the bed and threw herself onto it, burying her head under the covers. 

She wrestled with the impure thoughts clouding her mind. But the image persisted, replaying incessantly and refusing to diminish. 

The bed still held Nathan’s scent, his unique odor saturating her senses. Mila felt as though she was on the verge of insanity. 

After Nathan completed his shower, Mila proceeded to take hers. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she found Nathan already fast asleep. 

She was unsure if Nathan was pretending to be asleep or genuinely exhausted. Nevertheless, she nestled beside him, quietly watching over him until she drifted off to sleep herself. 

In the following days, Mila remained faithfully by Nathan’s side, relieved of the mundane. tasks of daily life and household chores. Her sole dedication was to be there for him. 

His body recovered swiftly, his energy visibly increasing as his physical and mental well- being gradually returned to normal. 

By the fourth day, he had resumed his exercise routine, engaging in vigorous morning runs, push–ups, boxing, and other activities. 

In contrast, Mila wasn’t fond of exercise. She opted to sleep in until she naturally woke up each day. 

As she rose, she found the opposite side of the bed empty once more. 

Running her fingers through her long hair, Mila lazily made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she chose a floral sundress from the wardrobe. 

Quickly slipping into the dress, she hurried to the balcony, hoping to catch sight of Nathan jogging in the front yard. 

To her surprise, instead of Nathan, she saw a familiar figure outside the iron gate. 

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It was Fenna, clutching something in her hands, while the security guard opened the gate for 

her. 

Mila started to think that Fenna might have given up, especially after her absence for several days. Yet, here she was, returning once more. 

She quickly dashed into the room and hurried down the stairs, her eyes darting around. She immediately spotted Nathan seated on the living room couch, engrossed in his phone. 

“Morning, Nate,” Mila greeted, hastening her steps as she descended the stairs. 

Nathan turned to her, his tone gentle. “Good morning.” 

“What are you-“Nathan was about to question her hurried demeanor, when suddenly, she rushed over and threw herself at him. 

Nathan swiftly set his phone aside, barely having time to react before Mila positioned herself on his lap. 

With her legs spread, she embraced him, wrapping her arms around his neck in an intimate and suggestive posture. 

Just then, Nathan’s phone slipped from his grasp, landing on the sofa with a soft thud. It was only then that he snapped out of his daze, hastily picking up his phone. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he asked in a hoarse voice, “What’s going on?” Wearing a short skirt, Mila confidently straddled his lap, adopting a visually alluring pose. 

Nathan’s entire body tensed, his heart racing, and his breath becoming erratic.