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 an

turned

"She's on a mission."

"What kind of mission?"

Cole

at him and didn't press further, choosing not to engage in further conversation

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

baby might go hungry, Nathan made

Grinning widely, he exclaimed, "Thanks to you, I'm tasting spaghetti cooked by General Morrison for

had just sat on his chair. His handsome features were graced with an endearing smile,

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

the pile of meatballs. "This is too much. I

replied. He was unaware of her appetite, but he was mindful of her need for

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

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

aside his

Mila eat, his eyes