The Wrong Woman

Phoebe stepped out of the car, ready to unload the luggage, when Cole approached with an inviting smile. "Let me handle that," he offered warmly. Phoebe glanced at him, her curiosity piqued. His cheerful grin was infectious, and his eyes were sparkling with delight.

"What got you in such a good mood?" Phoebe asked curiously.

Cole remained silent to her question. His eyes gleamed mischievously as he stole glances at Phoebe, and a perpetual smile played on his lips.

"Did you win the lottery or something?" Phoebe asked, surprised. "Or hit the jackpot?"

Cole chuckled softly. "No, I'm not into lottery."

"Then why the big grin?"

Cole's expression turned coy as he suppressed a smile before flashing his pearly-white teeth again. "Am I smiling?"

Phoebe teased, "Either you've hit the jackpot or found a stash of cash, or perhaps you're excited about your wedding night." Cole paused for a moment, his cheeks flushing slightly before muttering, "I have no wife."

With that, he pushed the luggage inside, Phoebe trailing behind him.

"General Morrison is here. Where's that woman?" Phoebe asked coldly.

Cole raised an

turned

"She's on a mission."

"What kind of mission?"

Cole responded

further, choosing not to

arriving home, it was already evening. Mila hadn't informed Nathan of their return, leaving him unable to

Mila and the baby might go hungry, Nathan made

his excitement. Grinning widely, he exclaimed, "Thanks to

gentle smile as she stole a glance at Nathan, who had just sat on his chair. His handsome features were graced with an endearing smile, and his eyes were radiating

while it's hot," Nathan softly said to Mila."There's more in the

of spaghetti, along with the pile of meatballs. "This is

of her

bring over more ingredients and arrange for a maternity nurse and maid to

meatballs, murmuring, "It's only seven months. It's too

his fork,

eat, his eyes