The Wrong Woman

Chapter 273

“Mila, wait for me!” Phoebe’s panicked voice echoed from behind. She panted as she caught up to Mila. Placing her hands on her waist, she lowered her head and breathed heavily.

By then, Lucas had caught up to the two women.

Mila looked at Nathan hesitantly. Under the gaze of everyone around, she struggled to express her helpless and guilty feelings.

She didn’t want to hurt Nathan, but she was well aware that she couldn’t offer him what he wanted. The best she could do was to apologize to him.

Nathan briefly glanced at Phoebe and asked Mila, “Mila? Do you have another name?”

Mila was slightly taken aback. She quickly recalled her previous

career and nervously explained, “I published a book once. Mila was my pen name.”

Was she a published author before? Well, she was surely an all- rounder.

Fixing a passionate gaze on Mila, Nathan finally remarked, “You haven’t changed at all. You’ve been an outstanding person since young.”

With that, he entered the car without any longing.

and Cole took the driver and the front passenger seat respectively and

Mila wallowed in

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finally caught her breath, inched closer and whispered in Mila’s ear, “Mila, are you in love with him or what? He’s Nathan Morrison from the Norvanian military and a Defense General.”

Masking her real feelings, she denied, “I don’t love

him.”

good to hear. You almost gave me a scare.” Phoebe patted herself

Mila marched away with

the wide street. Summer had begun, but the interior of the

Meanwhile, the disgruntled Lucas complained irritatedly to Cole while driving, “I feel really angry for Mr. Morrison!

into Muzat to save her. Every time she was in trouble, Mr. Morrison

her.

kindness? After she regained her

his colleague in a whisper, “Alright now. That’s

when he saw the exhaustion on Nathan’s face through the rearview mirror. Nathan had stayed by Mila’s side for seven days and seven nights, not

up from the coma, Nathan spent three days catching up with work

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a good rest for days. Even his healthy and strong. body had run out of

steering wheel and hissed, “I don’t understand. Mr. Morrison could have forced her to stay; he had many ways to