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

"She's on a mission."

"What kind of mission?"

Cole responded

him and didn't press further, choosing

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

and the baby might go hungry, Nathan made spaghetti

his excitement. Grinning widely, he exclaimed, "Thanks

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

softly said to Mila."There's more

at the plate of spaghetti, along with the pile

of her appetite, but he was mindful of

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

only seven months. It's too soon

his fork,

eat,