All Chapters of The Wrong Woman: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Within the confines of a narrow cell, a gentle stream of sunlight filtered through the window. Mila lay at the edge of the bed, slipping into a deep slumber. Her hand clasped Nathan's palm tightly. The sun's rays bathed her side, casting a comforting warmth around her. Nathan slowly opened his eyes, feeling feeble and weak. He glanced at the dilapidated ceiling before surveying his surroundings. A bitterness curled his lips. Despite having ventured through the death, he found himself back in this cursed place. Sensing his hand being held, Nathan lifted his head and found Mila. His body stiffened in shock. He never wanted to bring her into such danger. Nathan struggled to move, hoping it was all just his dream. Mila stirred awake at his movements. Seeing Nathan alive, she couldn't contain her excitement, rising to her feet and reaching for his forehead. "Nate, you're awake, finally." In an instant, Nathan realized this was no dream. Grabbing Mila's wrist, anger surged within h

Nathan questioned, "Where did they take you? What have they done?" Mila approached cautiously, raising a hand to block any prying ears, her words a soft murmur in Nathan's ear. "I made a deal with them. I promised to reveal the location of hydronium if they could save you." Nathan's expression darkened. "You've told them?" Mila nodded, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What's wrong?" "If they locate hydronium, won't that expose your identity?" Anxiety laced Nathan's words. Mila acknowledged the risk. "Yes, only Mila Winkler knows the exact location for it. Once they retrieve it, my identity will be exposed." "Did you speak truthfully to them?" "Yes," Mila affirmed. "I told them that it's safeguarded in a heavily fortified research facility in Sunterland, and it won't be easy for them to get it." Restless thoughts churned in Nathan's mind as he released Mila, his fingers running through his hair in agitation. Mila reached for his hand, her voice a soothing whisper. "N

Mila found Nathan's response disheartening, her dissatisfaction cast a shadow over her mood. It appeared he was reluctant to admit it. Meanwhile, Nathan remained deep in contemplation. Mila changed the subject, asking, "Nate, if we manage to escape from here, what are your plans?" Taking a seat at the bed's edge, Nathan responded casually, "I aim to dismantle the Dark Shadows Society." "This is Dorzania, not Norvania," Mila reminded, settling in beside him, their shoulders touching. "How do you intend to dismantle such a vile society here?" "By targeting their leaders. With no one to lead, the society will crumble on its own," Nathan explained. "Excellent, count me in." Mila smiled warmly. Nathan glanced at her, his eyes reflecting a hint of confusion. He had no clue about her statement. After their escape, Mila would return to Sunterland. Under Nathan's intense gaze, Mila felt a tinge of shyness and discomfort. She gently took his large hand, placing it on her lap, and

Nathan couldn't bear to witness Mila's anguish. He enveloped her in a tight embrace, murmuring soothing words into her ear, "Chubs, gather your strength." Mila clung to Nathan's chest, her sobs heavy with grief. "Nate, that monster took my parents from me." Nathan leaned in close, his voice a gentle whisper in her ear. "Stay strong. You must seek justice for them." Mila nodded through her tears in determination. "Fine." "Are you ready?" Nathan delicately cradled the back of Mila's head, drawing her close to his chest, their closeness puzzling onlookers. Once more, Mila nodded. In a swift motion, Nathan plucked the hairpin from Mila's hair and aimed a shot at Silas, who was lying on the bed. The muffled sound of the gunshot barely registered. Before anyone could comprehend the events unfolding, a crimson dot appeared on the forehead of the elderly man on the bed. Silas froze, his eyes wide open, his body rigid and unresponsive. As Murray grasped the gravity of the situat

Nathan responded with a soft murmur. Mila's racing heart calmed as she gazed upon the star-studded sky, its ethereal beauty enveloping her in a sense of peace. With flushed cheeks, she shyly asked, "Nate, how much longer do you intend to stay on top of me? The boat seems to be drifting off course." Nathan slowly shifted, propping himself up with his hands. But before he could fully rise, he collapsed back onto Mila. Under the weight of his sturdy chest, Mila struggled to breathe, a sense of unease creeping over her. "Nate, what's wrong? Are you injured?" Mila's hands wrapped around his waist, frantically searching his back. As her fingers brushed against his shoulder blades, she felt moisture. She withdrew her hand and brought it to her nose, detecting the metallic tang of blood. Her heart twisted with anguish, hands trembling as she applied pressure to the wound, her voice choked with tears, "Nate, you've been shot." Nathan whispered weakly into her ear, "Don't worry,