The Wrong Woman

Eventually, Nathan released Mila's hand.

Mila felt a pang in her heart when she realized what it was like to be deeply loved by him. Regardless of his reluctance, he was willing to compromise for her sake.

She clung to Phoebe's arm as they walked away side by side.

When they were a short distance away, Phoebe couldn't help but look back. She saw Nathan standing in a warm yellow light under the falling snow. He stood motionless with his eyes fixed on Mila.

Unable to ignore him, Phoebe whispered, "Mila, General Morrison is still there.”

Mila replied with a hum but didn't turn around.

"I feel sorry for him sometimes,” Phoebe sighed.

"For what? Hasn't he got Fenna with him? You should feel sorry for me," Mila said with a bitter smile.

tightly around Mila's and rested her head on Milas shoulder.

a smile. "Mila, I've been researching a little online. It's normal for the baby bump not to be very noticeable midway

not find the right time to tell him the truth? We can go back to Phoenicia while you're expecting

into deep

usual unpleasant demeanor remained, but his words were noticeably different. "Here are all our Team B projects. You can choose which one you want to join." Mila

General Morrison. Why pretend otherwise?" Jacob

gently pushed the documents aside and replied, “It's not necessary. I have my own research projects and focus. I don't have the energy

to toe in disdain before muttering under

expression went dark. She gritted her

away with

stomach. She worked to contain her anger and to bear the

about the nature of her research. All they knew was that she had made several trips to the restroom throughout

even before the afternoon. Phoebe arrived with some snacks to satisfy her hunger. The rest of the research department continued their work during the lunch break while

toward them and accidentally bumped

acted quickly. She wrapped her arm around Mila's waist and pulled