The Wrong Woman

Nathan adjusted the coat before turning to where the voice came from. He was angry, and his gaze was cold.

He was a bit confused as he questioned Fenna, "What's with your attitude?"

Fenna seemed to realize her abruptness, so she regained her composure before walking toward Nathan.

"Nate, aren't you working overtime? I brought dinner for you," Fenna said.

Her gaze then slowly shifted to Mila. She wore an insincere smile and said, "I didn't expect Ms. Hoffis to be here too. I didn't prepare an extra portion, sorry about that."

To Mila, this was a special situation. She adhered to the principle of not causing trouble, not offending anyone, and treating everyone with kindness and courtesy.

She just wanted to safely get through each day.

Mila smiled as she replied, "It's okay, Ms. Hudson. I'll eat when I get home."

She swiftly unbuttoned the coat and took it off, not waiting for Nathan. Handing it over to him, she said, "There's no need for you to escort me."

Nathan's expression turned grim as he was hurt by her.

I won't disturb you guys,” Mila said as she forced a stiff smile. She pretended not to care, though her heart ached. She politely nodded to Fenna,

follow, but Fenna immediately grabbed his hand. She asked,

on his face. He shook off her hand to catch up with Mila. However, he was one step too late. The elevator

was no response. He was very anxious. After pressing it several times, he rushed to the stairs. Taking three steps at once, he ran down the

stood in the lobby on the first floor as she was waiting for Phoebe by the glass door. She placed her

snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, creating a

needed to maintain a happy mood to

sad, depressed, or crying in pain would be very irresponsible behavior toward the

anxious voice

turned to look

There was a sense of desolation reflected in

pretended to be calm as she asked, "General Morrison, you should go back. You really don't need to escort

the coat on her as he

took two steps back. She extended her hand to block

took back the

worried that Fenna would come after them again. She urged, “You should go back. Ms. Hudson is

fists. His gaze was intense, and his voice was sharp. He suppressed his anger