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.

Mila said as she forced a stiff smile. She pretended not to care, though her heart ached. She politely nodded to Fenna, then strode

Fenna immediately grabbed his hand. She asked,

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

very anxious. After pressing it several times,

waiting for Phoebe by the glass door. She

the sky, creating a lonely and beautiful atmosphere.

She needed to maintain

sad, depressed, or crying in pain would

anxious voice

to look

panting. There was a sense of desolation

as she asked, "General Morrison, you should go back. You really don't need to escort me because Phoebe will be

to put the coat on

her hand to block

slowly took back the

that Fenna would come after them again. She urged, “You should

his voice was sharp. He suppressed his anger and asked, "How many times do I