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.

wrapped her arm tightly around Mila's and rested her head on Milas

bump not to be very noticeable midway through pregnancy. It will grow considerably in the later

go back to Phoenicia while you're expecting if you're worried about Fenna

sank into deep

words were noticeably different. "Here are all our

already reported to General Morrison. Why pretend

“It's not necessary. I have my own research projects and focus. I don't have the energy

her from head to toe in disdain before muttering under his

her teeth and shot him a

away

deep breath and gently touched her stomach. She worked to contain her anger and to bear

been busy all morning. Her colleagues remained in the dark about the nature of her research. All they knew was that she had made several trips to the restroom throughout the morning. She didn't look like

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

they entered the cafeteria, a figure rushed toward them and accidentally bumped into Mila. Mila was startled

wrapped her arm around