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.

woman?" Cole raised

tone turned frosty.

"She's on a mission."

"What kind of mission?"

confidential," Cole

eyes at him and didn't press further, choosing not

evening. Mila hadn't informed Nathan of their return, leaving

that Mila and the baby might go hungry, Nathan made spaghetti for

the dining table, Cole couldn't contain his excitement. Grinning widely, he exclaimed, "Thanks to you,

at Nathan, who had just sat on his chair. His handsome features were graced with

Nathan softly said to Mila."There's more in the pot. I'll get you some

with the pile of meatballs. "This is

more," Nathan replied. He was unaware of her appetite, but he was

have someone bring over more ingredients and arrange for a maternity nurse and maid

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

aside his fork,

Mila eat, his