The Wrong Woman

Fenna glared at Mila, her eyes filled with resentment. "Why couldn't you have stayed in Sunterland? If you didn't interfere, Nate wouldn't be treating me like this. I would still be his most reliable and competent assistant."

Feeling exasperated, Mila let out a cold snort, finding herself utterly speechless. She had no desire to prolong the conversation.

Indeed, the depth of Fenna's obsession made reasoning with her impossible.

Fenna snapped, "I won't cause trouble for you, but I won't abandon Nate either."

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.

Exasperated by her remarks, Mila sank back onto the sofa, taking a moment to compose herself. Glancing over, she noticed Phoebe looking unusually despondent, her gaze fixed on her phone.

Sitting beside Phoebe, Mila gently wrapped her arm around her shoulders. "What's troubling you? You don't actually believe what she said, do you?"

Phoebe managed a bitter smile and shook her head.

"Why not just ask Cole directly? That would clear up any misunderstandings, wouldn't it?"

Phoebe forced another strained smile. "We're not even a couple, so what right do I have to confront him?"

Frowning, Mila asked, "But do you genuinely have feelings for him?"

Phoebe bowed her head, choosing to remain silent.

that clueless guy. I bet he's never even confessed his feelings to you, has

at her words, her

her arms around Phoebe, offering comfort. "Don't let it get you down too much. When he's back from his busy schedule, we'll talk to him, alright?" A flicker of annoyance crossed Phoebe's expression as she replied, "I'd rather not bring up this topic. It'll make me seem desperate for him to be my boyfriend." "Alright, alright, you don't have to. I'll

home after running their errands. Coincidentally, they spotted Cole at the entrance, inspecting

evident within her. "Mila, let's not bother him. We

I've got your back," Mila murmured

Cole heard their voices and looked up. When he spotted Phoebe,

Mrs. Morrison,"

town today with General Morrison and stumbled upon a delightful handicraft. I'll bring

aback by her attitude, a puzzled expression

but hesitated, aware of Mila's presence. "What's the matter? Did

that you have a fiancée

better of him. "No, that's not true. I don't have a fiancée. Who's spreading

took Phoebe's hand. "You see, Cole says he doesn't

interjected, "It was Fenna

memory suddenly resurfaced. "Ah, that's ancient history," he

was

getting older and still

down with anyone.

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busy, she insisted on arranging a blind date with a woman from our hometown. Initially, I resisted, but my mom persisted and brought the woman to my workplace anyway. "Word got around, and before I knew it, I found myself reluctantly agreeing to