The Wrong Woman
Chapter 372

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 beforesurveying his surroundings. A bitterness curled his lips. Despite having ventured through the death, hefound himself back in this cursed place.

Sensing his hand being held, Nathan lifted his head and found Mila. His body stiffened in shock. Henever 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, risingto 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 him. “Whyare you here?”

Mila leaned in, disregarding his question, and gently inquired, “You’ve been unconscious for two days.Are you feeling alright?”

Despite his aching body, Nathan forcefully pushed himself up, his tone stern. “Tell me, why

are you here?”

Mila hesitated, struggling to replace the words.

Nathan’s anger flared, overshadowed by a deep–seated fear and concern for Mila’s safety. He wasn’tafraid of death, but her presence in the Nightshade’s headquarters was akin to a lamb in a lion’s den.

In a roar of anger, Nathan exclaimed, “Chubs, have you lost your mind?”

This was a level of fury Mila had never seen from Nathan. Tears blurred her vision instantly as fear andtrepidation consumed her mind.

Without restraint, she explained, “Yes, I’ve lost it. If it weren’t for me replaceing you, you’d already bedead!”

Nathan’s chest heaved with anger, his face pale. He uttered, “I’d rather be dead than have you try tosave me.”

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Before Mila could respond, tears choked her voice. She let go of Nathan’s hand, turning to leave in anattempt to compose herself.

As she neared the iron door, the reality of their confinement sank in. With guards outside, she couldonly face away from Nathan, silently wiping her tears.

She knew Nathan was angry because he was worried about her safety, but his harsh words stungnonetheless.

Suddenly, a commotion broke the silence. Mila nervously turned around to replace Nathan getting out ofbed unsteadily, his hand bracing against the bedside table before he stumbled to

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the ground.

Ignoring her own emotions, Mila rushed back to support him.

In the next moment, Nathan pulled her into a tight embrace, catching her off guard. She froze, feelingthe intensity of his grip as he buried his head in her neck.

Sensing his turmoil, Mila whispered, “Nate.”

Nathan’s voice trembled as he uttered, “I’m sorry, Chubs. I’m so sorry.” Filled with sorrow and guilt, hecontinued to apologize.

Understanding his remorse, Mila said, “It’s alright, Nate.” She stroked his back and was no longer upsetby his earlier outburst.

Mila helped him back to bed and tucked him in.

As they both calmed down, Nathan’s curiosity got the better of him. “How did you get in? Are youalone?”

Mila nodded. “Yes. I gave them a bottle of hydronium and told them I knew the whereabouts of MilaWinkler, so they brought me here.”