The Wrong Woman
Chapter 532

Nathan's breath remained heavy as he grasped Mila's arm before turning to face her. His gaze was deep and he said softly, "Wanda, can we talk?" Mila stared straight ahead. She said sarcastically with an indifferent tone, "You're swamped with work, and I won't waste your time or disturb you. "So your devoted little assistant won't think that I, as a capricious and whimsical lady, am hindering you from attending to your important matters." He took a deep breath and suppressed the dull ache in his heart. He said, word by word, "We're married, do you have to treat me like this?"

Mila replied, "I didn't lose my memory, so there's no need for you to remind me."

The use of "you" in her response seemed respectful, but it was obvious to put a distance between them.

Nathan's eyes slightly reddened when he gazed at her indifferent expression. He felt his heart was being torn apart. This painful sensation had tortured him for over a month.

For the past month, they lived under the same roof. But Mila had avoided him and not answered his calls or replied to his messages. Even when forced to face her, her attitude was colder than winter frost. Nathan refused to let go of her hand.

They remained at an impasse.

Fenna rushed over and said gently, "Nate, since she's okay now, let's go. There's a lot of work for you to handle."

Nathan ignored her.

Mila said indifferently, "Let go, I'm busy too. I don't have time to waste with you."

Nathan's expression became gloomy.

Without a word, he grabbed Mila's hand and walked into the house.

"Nate!" Fenna called out as she took a few steps forward. Although she looked displeased, she didn't have the authority to continue pursuing.

Mila felt Nathan's grip was too hard, causing her hand to ache slightly.

He walked at a fast pace. He forcefully pulled her upstairs and then into the master bedroom.

There was a loud bang as the door was slammed shut.

The loud noise filled with all his discontent. Mila was startled and her heart skipped a beat.

He pulled Mila to the edge of the bed and then pressed her shoulders down to sit.

Turning around, he sat on the edge of the coffee table in the room.

He leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs and hands supporting his forehead. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He was enveloped in an inexplicable sadness and loneliness.

Although they were separated by 6.7 feet, Mila could feel the pressure emanating from him. The whole room felt as cold as ice.

For a few moments after entering the room, neither of them spoke. The oppressive silence made it hard for them to breathe.

Mila couldn't stand it anymore, so she broke the silence. "Since there's nothing to say, I—"

Nathan interrupted her words with a heavy and hoarse voice, "Actually, you've been lying to me from the beginning, you never loved me, did you?"

Mila remained silent.

Nathan kept his head lowered because he dared not look at her indifferent expression. He murmured bitterly, "It's my fault. I didn't protect you and the child.

"I promised to be by your side to witness the birth of our child, but I broke my promise and was absent.

"I was wrong. You can hate me, hit me, scold me, even make me kneel down to confess my mistakes to you," Nathan said as he slowly raised his head to look at her.

His eyes were reddened and moist. He looked sad and his voice was getting heavier as he continued, "But you didn't. You don't even want to say a word to me. Instead, you chose the cruelest and most terrifying way to treat me."

Nathan choked up as he said, word by word, "Wanda, you sure know how to torture me."

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