The Wrong Woman

The night was serene, with Hudson Manor illuminated brightly.

Fenna returned home very late, finding Cameron sprawled on the sofa, his face flushed and smelling strongly of alcohol.

Fenna frowned disapprovingly. "Why are you drinking so heavily at this hour?"

Cameron offered a faint smile, replying, “I had no choice. I needed to get Nate intoxicated."

Taking a seat beside him, Fenna asked, "Why did you want Nate to get drunk?"

Cameron looked up, a mischievous smirk on his face. With a touch of excitement, he revealed, "Today, Wanda came to see me. She told me she wants Nathan..."

Upon hearing this, Fenna's complexion turned pale, and her hands clenched into fists.

Cameron chuckled, continuing, "I thought she was going to propose to Nate. I never expected that even after being married for over six months, they had yet to consummate their marriage. It surprised me so much that—"

sentence, Fenna

and grasped her arm.

to protect Nate,"

Cameron countered, "Protect him from what? They love each other; it's none of

clenched. "Love? Who said anything about

Cameron retorted, "You're

two weeks. Why are you assisting that bitch in hurting Nate?" Cameron's complexion paled, and he asked suspiciously, "How do

and exclaimed, “Let go of

him for half a day now," Cameron

cried, "Cam, are you insane? Why are

how I feel about Nate, you know I've loved him for years. If you'd just give me

two people. Can others really influence it?" Cameron snapped back. "If Nate doesn't have feelings for Wanda, even if he's drunk or drugged,

to the ground, disregarding her appearance as

softly consoled her, "Fenna, Nate doesn't have feelings for you. He only sees you as a friend because he's

Let's try to be more rational, okay?