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.”

“You’ve lost weight these past few days. You should

up

soft as she replied, “Thank you, Nate. You’re always so kind

Π

instant, Mila found her meal tasteless and

munching on her fried chicken, asked curiously, “Why are you two

noodle soup? Short on

my diet. Can’t have

why not order a smaller portion? Taking

Morrison’s share means he won’t have enough

Nathan, “Nate, is it enough for you?”

“It’s fine.”

+15 BONUS

shifted her gaze

But why did he seem

to Mila, Phoebe

no appetite for the food. No wonder she opted

returned to the present and savored a hearty bite of her