The Wrong Woman

"Dan's back?"

"Daniel, why were you so late today? Were you busy?"

"Daniel, would it be okay if Sienna stays at our place?"

"Is everything okay with you?"

Daniel couldn't make out a single word amidst the noisy chatter of his family. He looked at Sienna with an intense gaze, feeling like he'd forgotten how to breathe, his heart racing.

Mila leaned close to Nathan, her hand muffling her soft giggles as she whispered, "Nate, did you notice how Daniel's looking at her? It's obvious he's smitten."

Nathan chuckled affectionately and caressed her head as he murmured, "Perhaps you should focus on my gaze instead of eyeing other guys."

"Let's play matchmaker for them," Mila suggested.

"Let's leave them be. We'll see how things play out," Nathan replied.

"But-"

Nathan gently held Mila's head, drawing her nearer as he whispered, "Forced relationships rarely end well. It seems your friend might not be as keen on him as you believe." Mila sighed with resignation, her tone tinged with bitterness. "Looks like you need your eyes checked."

shrugged, a puzzled

on the couch directly across from

increasingly uncomfortable, as if

gentle and calm, Daniel said,

as she responded, "Yes?" "How's Mrs. Lawson and Felix been lately?" Daniel asked politely, prompting curious looks from

respond to such a heartbreaking question with so

composed facade.

family's troubles to dampen everyone else's mood. So, despite her true feelings, she uttered, "They're both

Tears welled up in

started to say something else but faltered; his words stuck

abruptly and anxiously offered an apologetic nod. "Sorry, everyone. I'm feeling

Go

them all goodnight, Sienna

her leave, then slumped lifelessly onto

leaned in toward

"Daniel, have

is acting

energetic as she