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.

help but sigh. "Cole, that clueless guy. I bet he's never even confessed his

her words,

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

the entrance, inspecting

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

I've got your back," Mila murmured

spotted Phoebe, his face softened into a gentle smile as

evening, Mrs. Morrison," Cole greeted

a gentle smile, he continued softly, "Phoebe, I visited a nearby town today with General Morrison and stumbled upon a delightful handicraft. I'll bring

attitude, a puzzled expression crossing his

to approach Phoebe but hesitated, aware of Mila's presence. "What's the matter? Did I upset you?" he

gently intervened, "Cole, is it true that you

"No, that's not

Phoebe's hand. "You see, Cole says

immediately interjected, "It was Fenna who

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

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be too 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 meet her once,