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

sir,” Cole responded promptly.

Nathan urged, “Go.”

nod and

awaiting the

Mila and Phoebe emerged from the dormitory. At the sight of Nathan, Mila froze, her smile fading as a look of melancholy and anxiety replaced it.

eyes met

straight to the car, dragging her luggage and stowing it

modesty in his presence, her femininity and

“Are you heading back to

gaze, her fingers unconsciously toying with

too. Mind giving me a lift?” Nathan

looked at

softly. “Everyone’s occupied. No one has

mean, it’s not that I

voice broke the silence, smooth as the surface of a serene lake. “I’ve been feeling quite tired lately. It wouldn’t be wise for me

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 if

luggage and brought the car to a stop. “Mila, come on.”