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.

raised

tone turned frosty.

"She's on a mission."

"What kind of mission?"

Cole

further, choosing not to engage in further conversation

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

the baby might go hungry, Nathan made spaghetti for

Cole couldn't contain his excitement. Grinning widely, he exclaimed, "Thanks

she stole a glance at Nathan, who had just sat on

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

spaghetti, along with the pile of meatballs. "This is too much. I definitely

her appetite,

bring over more ingredients and arrange for a maternity nurse and maid to come early to take care of

savor the meatballs, murmuring, "It's only seven months. It's too soon to hire a maternity nurse. It's unnecessary."

aside his fork,

Mila eat,