The Wrong Woman

Chapter 317

As Fenna approached with a small bowl, intending to divide the beef noodle soup between Nathan and herself, Mila felt a twinge of discomfort in her heart. She gently nudged Phoebe and whispered, “Let’s swap seats.”

gaze dimmed as he watched Mila distancing herself from him during their seat

Nathan’s gaze exchange.

Phoebe opted for fried chicken, and when Mila handed her the plum juice, she glanced at it skeptically. “Why not get me a cola instead? What’s with the plum juice?” she asked.

Mila remained silent as she twisted off the cap and took a sip, her brow furrowing. “It tastes good, and it complements your fried chicken well,” she remarked.

After setting down the juice, Mila picked up her fork and began to eat.

Fenna portioned out some noodles and pushed the remaining toward Nathan. “Nate, have some.”

Nathan noticed his bowl was filled with beef, while Fenna’s had only a scant amount of clear broth and noodles. He had known Fenna for years and was well aware of her fondness for beef, but something seemed off today.

Sliding his bowl toward Fenna, he said, “Take some beef.”

his bowl. “You’ve lost weight these past few days.

her longing gaze, Nathan simply picked up some

a bright smile, her voice soft as she replied, “Thank you, Nate. You’re always so

Π

an instant, Mila found her

fried chicken, asked curiously, “Why

of beef noodle soup? Short

my diet. Can’t have large

finish it, why not order a smaller portion? Taking away

Morrison’s share means he won’t have enough

Fenna turned to Nathan, “Nate, is it enough for

“It’s fine.”

+15 BONUS

Fenna’s behavior, then shifted her

why did

to Mila, Phoebe

wonder she opted for plum juice. She was clearly feeling

and savored a hearty bite of her fried