All Chapters of The Wrong Woman: Chapter 451 - Chapter 460

Mila's smile curved softly. "There's nothing urgent. I simply wished to share more moments with you while I'm still here in Phoenicia, and while you're still nearby." Nathan's question was sincere. "To develop feelings with me?" A soft smile danced on Mila's lips as she nodded in affirmation."And even after you've developed feelings for me, you still intend to leave?" Nathan probed.Mila responded with simplicity, "Yes." Nathan's gaze clouded as he passed by Mila, muttering to himself, "You're creating problems for yourself."Following him into the living room, Mila pressed further, "Why would you say that?" As Nathan settled into a seat, he picked up an orange from the coffee table and began to peel it. "If you must leave, why bother seeking trouble when there are none?" Mila hesitated to delve deeper into the topic. Leaning closer to him, she asked softly, "Nate, what was Fenna here to discuss with you just now?" Nathan handed her the peeled orange. Mila blinked in

"Then why not use protection?" asked Nathan. "I'm in my safe period." "Wouldn't an extra protection be better?" Mila found herself at a loss. Utterly embarrassed, she scrambled for excuses. Lost in a fog of embarrassment, she stuttered, "I-It's uncomfortable with the condom on." Nathan was taken aback. He froze, unable to hide the shock in his eyes.In that instant, Mila wished she could vanish into thin air, feeling mortified and embarrassed to the core. She wished she could just disappear. "That's not something you'd say," Nathan withdrew his hand, one resting on his hip, the other absently tugging at his short hair. A realization dawned on him, and after a brief moment of contemplation, he couldn't contain himself any longer. His gaze turned stern. "Are you trying to conceive my child?" Mila's heart skipped a beat. Her anxious eyes met his while her thoughts raced in panic, unsure how to mask her true intentions. Her reaction confirmed Nathan's suspicions.Feeling a

The familiar melody of her ringtone danced through the air. Mila gradually calmed her emotions as she lifted her head from her knees. She wiped away the tears from her eyes and retrieved the phone from her pocket. It was a call from Phoebe. Mila took a deep breath, adjusting her emotions once more before answering the phone. "Phoebe," Mila spoke softly. Phoebe's voice trembled with nervousness. "Mila, where are you?" Pushing herself up from the floor, Mila brushed off the dust from her pants. "I'm at Sudvilla." "Please, come quickly. I'll send you the address," Phoebe urged urgently, a hint of panic seeping into her tone. Sensing Phoebe's unusual anxiety, Mila hurriedly left Sudvilla, questioning as she ran, "What's wrong? What happened?" "We've found your grandmother," Phoebe replied. Mila's heart skipped a beat, her pace quickening even more. "Where is she? Send me the address." "Alright, but brace yourself," Phoebe cautioned. At that moment, Mila's mind went

"Is Grandma okay? She's fine, isn't she?" Mila's anguished cry tore through the air. Her heart shattered into a million pieces, drowning in a sea of grief as her legs buckled beneath her. Phoebe swiftly followed suit, enfolding her in a tight embrace as they knelt together on the ground, their bodies intertwined in sorrow. Mila's cries reverberated, her entire being trembling with despair. She felt utterly powerless to witness Loretta's demise before her eyes and unable to intervene. From her earliest memories to this very moment, Loretta had been the beacon of love and warmth in Mila's life, and now she had vanished, leaving behind only emptiness. Not even a trace remained. Mila clutched at her shirt, twisting the fabric into knots over her chest, as if trying to contain the anguish threatening to consume her. But the pain pierced through her, each breath growing shallower, each heartbeat echoing her grief. With the regret of never having the chance to meet Loretta for the o

The dial tone barely sounded before Mila abruptly ended the call, her actions leaving Phoebe puzzled. "Why did you hang up, Mila?" Mila's voice was heavy with sadness. "He doesn't want to see me or have any contact with me. You speak to him." Phoebe's disbelief was evident. "How is that possible?" Mila remained silent and retreated under the covers to seek solace in the darkness. Her emotions were weighed down by sorrow as she closed her eyes to rest.Still bewildered, Phoebe answered the incoming call, discovering it was Nathan returning the call. "Mr. Morrison, it's Phoebe." Nathan paused briefly before inquiring, "Is Chubs awake?" Phoebe replied, "Yes." He then asked about her physical condition, to which Phoebe replied, "She's fine, just quite upset." Nathan then asked, "Was there something you needed to discuss?" Glancing at Mila, who remained hidden beneath the covers, Phoebe hesitated before answering, "Mila suspects there might be a spy in your research team."