The Wrong Woman

Chapter 331

Nathan couldn’t help but purse his lips. He couldn’t smile even though he wanted to. He ruffled Mila’s hair gently and said, “I don’t eat supper, so go have a rest.”

Mila lowered her head and secretly yawned. Her voice muffled as she said, “You should go back to your room and rest too.

“If there’s anything, be sure to call me immediately. I will come to your room right away.”

At that moment, Nathan found Mila’s ideas very interesting. He never thought he would need a delicate and frail woman to protect him.

“Okay,” he replied.

“Set my number on the speed dial,” Mila told Nathan.

Nathan calmly took out his phone and set Mila’s number as a speed dial.

“All set,” Nathan showed her his phone as he gently said, “Can you go to sleep now?” Mila was still worried. She continued, “Don’t eat anything given by anyone else.

“From now on, let Phoebe be in charge of your meals. Her cooking is as good as Keith’s.‘

“I’ll do as you say,” Näthan replied. He didn’t expect her to take it so seriously. He was

touched.

“Then I’ll go to sleep.” She waved to him and said, “Nate, goodnight.”

After that, she left the living room and went upstairs.

swirling inside him. He never worried about Sally trying to trick him or to drug him. He would never let Sally force him into

marriage.

this opportunity to keep Mila by his side for a little longer, so that he could have more chances to see

next morning, Mila had her alarm set, so

in preparing

Phoebe tried to persuade her,

never did any housework.

had their own strengths. She wasn’t good at

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time on

now, she was learning to prepare breakfast in the kitchen.

sighed. She said, “Mila, you should go out. You should do what you like. For example, reading, doing experiments,

said with an ingratiating smile.

to worry about this kind of stuff,

just want to learn,” Mila muttered.

it for Mr. Morrison?”

unhappy. She said, “Why on earth would I learn how to prepare breakfast for him?”

you say.” Phoebe couldn’t

in the kitchen

came downstairs and sat down in the dining room. He took out his phone to

out excitedly while holding a tray of breakfast. She said,

stopped looking at his phone. He looked at the apron–clad Mila instead.

your breakfast,” Mila said as she pushed the tray full of food toward him. Then, she sat directly across from him. She looked at him

her chin.