The Wrong Woman

Nathan stepped out of the dormitory with Cole.

Standing on the deserted roadside, Nathan halted, his expression grave as he gazed into the distance, his eyes clouded with melancholy.

Cole asked in puzzlement, “General Morrison, why not ask her directly?”

Nathan replied bitterly, “Ask her what?”

“She clearly stated she’s a scientist from Sunterland and has signed a 15–year contract,” Cole explained.

Nathan’s smile turned rueful as he turned to Cole, his gaze dimming and his voice heavy with resignation. “Do you understand the significance of a scientist committing such a long–term contract with the country?”

Cole shook his head.

After a moment’s contemplation, Nathan asserted, “What we heard today must remain strictly confidential. Not a word of it should leave this place.” Chapter

“Understood, General Morrison,” Cole replied, still intrigued by the mysterious depth of Mila’s scientific abilities.

Glancing back at the dormitory, Nathan issued an instruction after a brief

pause.

“You and

here to manage the situation. I’ll return to Phoenicia.”

Cole responded

Nathan urged, “Go.”

a nod and turned to depart.

stood composed, awaiting

the sight of Nathan, Mila froze, her smile fading as a

met

to the car, dragging her luggage and stowing it in the

to one of shyness and modesty in his presence, her femininity and bashfulness evident in

softened, his tone gentle. “Are you heading back to

her fingers unconsciously toying

I’m heading there too. Mind giving me a lift?” Nathan

looked at him,

occupied. No one has the time to drive me

replied nervously, her words stumbling over one another, “You can drive. I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to give

smooth as the surface of a serene lake. “I’ve been feeling quite tired lately. It

her. She hesitated to delve too deeply into any interaction with Nathan for fear of the entanglements it might bring. Yet, despite her reservations, she found solace in his presence, even

the luggage and brought the car