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Chapter 484

Nathan seemed to be warming the milk, but he was actually trying to calm himself. Mila’s presence had
been unsettling to him.
After sitting down, Mila removed her scarf and gloves before surveying the room. She found that
nothing had changed.
The room remained spacious, simple, and organized. It perfectly reflected Nathan’s straightforward and
tidy personality.
Nathan went over to Mila with the glass of milk and offered it to her. Mila looked up at him and slowly
accepted it. “Thank you.”
Nathan felt a sudden sting of pain when he touched her cold fingertips. She wasn’t warm enough even
though she was bundled up.
He sat across from her and watched her calmly. Mila felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. She took
a sip of the warm milk to ease her discomfort.
The room fell silent, and there was tension in the air.
Mila held the glass nervously and looked into Nathan’s quiet eyes. “Everyone’s been talking about it
lately, even Cole knows. Why didn’t you ask me about it?”
Bitterness crept up inside Nathan. He sighed before asking, “What exactly do you want me to ask?”
Overcome by guilt, Mila dropped her head.
“Shouldn’t the baby’s mother be the one to inform me that I have a baby?” Nathan asked.
“I’m sorry,” Mila murmured.
Nathan’s eyes welled up slightly at her apology, but he brushed it off. “Since you didn’t want me to
know, that suggests you don’t want me to take responsibility for it. So, why should I go against your
will?” “Everyone says the child is not yours.” Mila’s heart sank.
“I never doubted that.”
A wave of warmth washed over Mila’s heart and her sense of guilt was on the rise. She was deeply
sorry for Nathan, but she couldn’t suppress her anger about why he couldn’t stay away from Fenna.
During the time of her memory loss, she had already been through the complex entanglement between
her husband and her husband’s admirer. It was unbearable to live in a constant state of doubt, fear,
and suspicion.
Mila still remembered how bitter that had made her feel. Even now, the mere thought of it was enough
to make her heart ache.
She took another sip of the milk, then pursed her lips before saying, “The baby is more than six months
along now. It’s because of the baby that I was able to return from Sunterland, not because I betrayed
Sunterland and escaped.”
Nathan clenched his fists, his voice trembling as he asked, “Are you not going to let me be the baby’s
father?”
“You already are.”
“The baby is in your womb. I’m nothing without your permission,” Nathan said in a self-deprecating
tone.
Mila thought for a moment before she said, “Fenna must have had the wrong idea. She assumed the
baby wasn’t yours because she thought I was only four months pregnant.”
“Why bring her up? What does she have to do with the baby?”
“She loves you very much, so I didn’t want her to know that the baby was yours. I kept it from you all
this time because I was afraid for the baby’s safety.”
“Fenna’s not that kind of person.” Nathan frowned in response.
His words jolted Mila into clarity and instantly dispelled her guilt. She took a deep breath and said
nonchalantly, “Fine, I was letting myself get clouded by what I suspected. I thought too badly of her.”
“You’ve come to tell me that even though the baby is mine, it has nothing to do with me, right?” Nathan
asked sorrowfully.
Mila shook her head and looked at him heavy-heartedly. Despite their calm conversation, she could
see tears in his eyes. He was obviously deeply hurt, but he held himself together.
“I was going to wait until after the baby was born to tell you that it was yours and to get married to you,”
Mila explained.
After setting the glass down on the coffee table, she gathered her courage and continued, “Since I can’t
keep it hidden any longer, let’s get married, Nate.”