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.

Cole raised an eyebrow,

turned frosty.

"She's on a mission."

"What kind of mission?"

confidential," Cole

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

was already evening. Mila hadn't informed Nathan of

that Mila and the baby might

Grinning widely, he exclaimed, "Thanks to you,

curved into a gentle smile as she stole a glance at Nathan, who had just sat on his chair. His handsome features were graced with an endearing smile, and

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

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

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

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

seven months. It's

his fork,

eat, his eyes