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 expression crossing

couch directly across from Sienna. After sitting down, he observed her

increasingly uncomfortable,

gentle and calm, Daniel said,

unexpected sound of her name. She met Daniel's gaze with nervousness, trying to appear composed as she responded, "Yes?" "How's Mrs. Lawson and Felix been lately?" Daniel asked politely, prompting curious

a heartbreaking question with so many people. listening. Sadness flooded her,

composed facade.

mood.

up in

say something else but faltered; his words stuck in his

"Sorry, everyone. I'm feeling

"Sure, go ahead. Go freshen up and

bidding them all goodnight, Sienna left

slumped lifelessly onto

in

softly, "Daniel,

is acting differently lately?

energetic as she