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 frosty.

"She's on a mission."

"What kind of mission?"

confidential," Cole

and didn't press further, choosing not to engage

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

that Mila and the baby might go hungry, Nathan

exclaimed, "Thanks to you, I'm tasting spaghetti cooked by General Morrison for the first

gentle smile as she stole a glance at Nathan, who had just sat on his chair. His handsome features were graced

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

with the pile of meatballs. "This is too much. I definitely can't finish

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

a maternity nurse and maid to come early to take care

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

aside his

eat, his