The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 400

Chapter 400 

Mila mustered a faint smile, masking her inner turmoil with an air of composure. “I’m fine. I’m gonna go,” she said casually. 

With that, she swiftly pulled away from Nathan’s embrace, dashed out of the walk–in closet, and left the room. 

Nathan turned to watch her departing silhouette. His heart churned with conflicting emotions as he struggled to comprehend Mila’s motives. 

Why did she continue to seduce him if she didn’t love him? 

Her words echoed in his mind: “If you return, we can still be husband and wife.” 

Nathan rested his hands against the mirror, closing his eyes and bowing his head. As he drew in a deep breath, a pang pierced his chest. 

He was well–versed in the political strategies employed by various countries. Mila still had five years left on her contract, and Sunterland certainly wouldn’t permit her to stay in Norvania. Regardless of whether it was five years or fifteen, Nathan was prepared to wait. 

Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but wonder. Would the Mila of the future feel the same as she did now? Did she truly wish to be his wife? 

Was her mention of continuing as a married couple merely a passing whim, or did she genuinely see him as a suitable life partner with whom she could build a future? 

Regardless, Nathan promised himself never to harm Mila for his own selfish satisfaction before they exchanged vows, which included refraining from physical intimacy. 

He feared the prospect of Mila regretting it later on. 

In the living room, Mila sat on the sofa, wearing a gloomy expression as she gazed at a book. Her thoughts were scattered, and she was unable to concentrate on the text in her hands as her mind drifted to Nathan upstairs. 

Suddenly, footsteps descended the stairs. 

Putting the book down, Mila glanced up. 

Nathan looked impressive in his sleek black suit, projecting an air of dignity. The attire. complemented his noble demeanor, accentuating his already striking and charismatic 

presence. 

Seeing Nathan’s handsome appearance, Mila couldn’t help but feel her heart race ast admiration flooded her being. 

“Nate, are you heading out?” she asked, kneeling on the sofa with her hands resting on its back. 

Nathan adjusted his cufflinks and approached Mila, his gaze tender as he met her eyes. “A foreign deputy prime minister is visiting, and there’s a state banquet to welcome him. I’m 

obliged to attend.” 

Mila was momentarily stunned, suddenly grasping the situation. 

Covering her mouth in surprise, she stood there in disbelief for a moment before finally saying, “Earlier, when Fenna came looking for you, she wanted to accompany you, didn’t she? 

Nathan offered a faint smile and nodded. 

Mila felt a rush of embarrassment, hanging her head low. “So, what I just did…” 

Nathan gently caressed the back of her head. “It’s okay,” he reassured her, “as long as I’m not late, I don’t necessarily have to go with her.” 

“So, you won’t be back in time for lunch?” Mila asked. 

“You don’t need to wait for me to have lunch or dinner,” Nathan replied. 

“Alright.” Mila acknowledged with a nod. 

As Nathan turned and took a few steps, Mila’s voice called out from behind, “Nate, stay safe.” 

Glancing back, Nathan felt his heart soften as he met her anxious gaze. 

Retracing his steps, Nathan gently cupped Mila’s face, gazing down at her affectionately. ” Mila, wait for me at home.” 

“Of course,” Mila replied with a sweet smile, her eyes shimmering with adoration as she looked at him. 

Nathan was tempted to kiss her, but he restrained himself, reluctantly letting her go and turning away. 

Watching him leave, Mila hurriedly slipped on her slippers and chased after him.