The Wrong Woman
Chapter 561

"But I want to hold him," Mila whispered eagerly.

Nathan smiled warmly, gently transferring the baby into her arms. As he pulled away, his arm brushed against Mila's ample bust. It made his heart race. A faint blush tinted his cheeks.

Their experience of intimacy had been confined to that one night a year ago, a memory that Nathan held dear.

Nathan observed Mila as she gazed down at the baby. Both of them showed deep affection in their eyes.

Upon returning home, after the family had admired the baby, the maternity nurse took him back to the room to tend to his needs.

Mila appeared captivated. She leaned over the baby crib and watched the baby sleep peacefully. His small size due to being born prematurely, tugged at her heartstrings.

After observing him for some time, the baby stirred awake, signaling hunger. The maternity nurse prepared a formula to feed him.

Once he had been fed and his diaper changed, he drifted off to sleep again.

Mila couldn't tear her eyes away from the baby. Her gaze lingered on him for what seemed like forever.

Nathan entered the room, leaning on the side of the crib to admire their son, though his real intention was to draw closer to Mila.

"Our son is such a calm baby," Nathan remarked, feeling sentimental.

Mila's attention remained fixed on their child. She nodded with a sweet smile. "Yes, he takes after you in looks but has my personality."

Nathan felt a rush of warmth flood over him at her words, finding them incredibly touching. A wide smile spread across his face, his happiness overflowing. It dawned on him then that Mila was no longer distancing herself from him.

His heart swelled with a sweetness akin to honey. Turning to Mila, he suggested, "How about you give him a name?"

Mila paused, her gaze softening as she met Nathan's eyes. "You're his father, you should name him."

"But you're more educated than I am," Nathan protested.

"You're pretty smart yourself," Mila replied, smiling.

They playfully exchanged banter, their smiles growing wider with each quip.

Suddenly, the maternity nurse suggested, "How about we let the baby's grandfather decide? In our culture, it's tradition for the eldest family member to give the child a name. It's considered to bring the child a bright future."

"Should we consult with Gary?" Mila asked.

"Absolutely," Nathan agreed.

Mila rose and took Nathan's hand. "Let's head downstairs."

Nathan's heart skipped a beat, his gaze deepening with surprise as he looked at Mila's hand intertwined with his. Her touch was soft and warm. It sent a surge of electricity coursing through his veins.

He remained stunned while Mila led him out of the room. Though it seemed like a small gesture, it sparked a rush of emotions in him. Nathan couldn't help but grip her hand tighter as they descended the stairs Mila scanned the living room, searching for any sign of Gary and Florence.

Just then, Edgar entered, followed by Cameron. Edgar announced, "General Morrison, Mr. Hudson is looking for you."

Nathan and Mila glanced toward the entrance as Cameron approached, looking agitated.

Cameron was unaware that today was the day their child was discharged. He wasted no time and headed straight for Nathan.

"Nate, I've been looking everywhere for you. We need to talk about Fenna," Cameron said urgently.

Nathan's face hardened, and Mila slowly pulled her hand away. She mustered a smile and said, "You two go ahead and talk. I'll go find Gary and Florence myself."

Nathan was worried about Wanda's feelings and wanted to go after her. "Wanda-"

However, Cameron seized Nathan's hand. "You've got to handle the Intelligence Agency's investigation into Fenna first."

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