The Wrong Woman

Chapter 275

Cameron casually took a sip of his drink before responding, “You’re not.”

Nathan let out a sigh. “Love in this life often feels like an insignificant desire. Marriage or not, it’s not a matter of life and death.”

Cameron chuckled in response, a sense of irony in his voice. He took another sip of his drink, strolled to the nearby sofa, and settled in with his legs crossed.

“You appear quite composed. It seems like you’re not as emotionally affected as they say. Divorce doesn’t seem to faze you much, does it?

Nathan remained silent, instead reaching for a box of liquor from the desk. He walked over to Cameron and placed it on the coffee table.

“Take the alcohol home and drink it. I don’t have time to keep you company,” Nathan replied curtly, settling the bottle down before returning to his desk to resume work.

Cameron, still seated with his legs grossed, watched Nathan intently, lost in thought as he sipped his drink.

Initially, Cameron had come to share a drink with Nathan, but now he found himself becoming intoxicated alone.

Surprisingly, Nathan didn’t even touch his own drink.

Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Cameron realized he couldn’t continue drinking.

He set his glass down and remarked, “This is boring. I thought you’d be pouring your heart out after your divorce, but it seems I was

mistaken.”

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Nathan kept silent.

out. Just give me a call whenever you feel like grabbing a drink

the door to the study behind him.

into

entire being. Setting down his pen, he closed the file and leaned back in his chair,

the stillness of the study, his heart grew heavier with each

moment.

his mind and heart, the image of

ache.

down heavily enough to feel suffocating, leaving

like a chronic

warm water, it was a gradual

seemed to bring forth pain,

absence, devoid of this love and marriage, he could still find a way to carry on.

He slowly opened his eyes and checked the caller ID. It was an unfamiliar number.

ear, his voice hoarse

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soft, sweet voice replied, “Nate, it’s me,

tension gripping him. He cleared his throat and inquired, “Mila, is everything alright?”

“Do you happen to have my phone and other documents with

“Yes,

arrange for someone to

Nathan fell silent.

good condition, and I’d rather not discard them. Would you mind having the maid pack them up for me and

moment of consideration, Nathan

the others have also been quite occupied lately. If you have the

then,” Mila