The Wrong Woman
Chapter 373

“This is not a place you should have come to.” Nathan’s expression was grave.

Mila pursed her lips and smiled. “Fortunately, I did.”

Nathan’s gaze softened as he looked at her, his heart filled with concern.

“And you? How did you end up getting captured?” Mila asked curiously.

Nathan smiled bitterly, closing his eyes with a mournful expression. “Lucas was bribed by them.”

Mila was taken aback. She never expected it was Lucas after all. For a moment, she was at a loss forwords.

She couldn’t help but wonder about his feelings to be betrayed by someone he trusted the most, fallinginto the hands of the enemy.

Feeling uneasy, Mila nestled into Nathan’s embrace with her hands patting his shoulders and hercheeks against his chest. She wanted to comfort him.

Her sudden, overwhelming hug caught Nathan off guard, freezing him in place. From shock to a senseof joy, Nathan’s emotions surged even more. This was the first time Mila had hugged him voluntarily.

His hand lifted slightly and nervously rested on her back, but before he could hold her tight, Mila sat upstraight in excitement. “Nate, we can’t just sit and wait to die. We need to replace a way to escape.”

Nathan, still somewhat dazed, nodded.

Mila tucked him into bed and murmured, “I’ll replace a way to delay them. You need to rest and recover,then we’ll plan our escape.”

Nathan scrutinized around the cell. Besides a bed, a cupboard, and a separate bathroom, there wasnothing else.

“You’ve been here with me for two days?” Nathan asked.

Mila nodded in response.

Frowning, Nathan’s expression grew even more somber. “Where have you been sleeping?”

She patted the edge of the bed. “Here.”

Nathan’s face grew even more troubled as he tried to sit up.

Mila pressed down on his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“You should sleep,” he said,

“You’re injured, you need proper rest,” Mila insisted.

“My injuries are nothing,” Nathan responded, trying to get up again and pulling back the covers. “Youhaven’t had a proper rest in two days.”

“Nate, lie down.” Mila pushed him back down and pulled the covers back over him.

Nathan was restless, his face full of concern as he tried to get up again.

Mila sat on the edge of the bed, stretching her legs and lying down in his embrace.

Nathan’s body immediately tensed up, once again shocked beyond words. One of his hands stillhanging in the air, frozen.

Mila pulled his hand down and kept her head down so he couldn’t see her flushed face. She whisperedin shyness, “I’ll sleep beside you if you don’t mind.”

Nathan swallowed, his chest rising and falling with each rough breath. His voice was but a whisper. “Idon’t mind.”

Mila nestled her face into his chest, avoiding his gaze. “Let me know if I touch your wounds.‘

Nathan murmured, “Okay. Now go to sleep.”

Her initiative caught him off guard, leaving him pleasantly surprised. Was it the circumstances thatbrought them this close? It had been ages since Mila last slept beside him.

A faint smile graced Nathan’s lips as he adjusted his hold, drawing her closer. Contentment washedover him as he closed his eyes to rest.

Nathan’s resilient body recovered after the rest. His injuries seemed trivial to him.

It was the next day when he woke up with Mila in his arms.

Early in the morning, a few armed men took Mila away, only to return her after some time. Upon herreturn to the cell, Nathan nervously grasped her shoulders, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Mila smiled lightly to reassure him. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

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