The Wrong Woman

Chapter 331

Nathan couldn’t help but purse his lips. He couldn’t smile even though he wanted to. He ruffled Mila’s hair gently and said, “I don’t eat supper, so go have a rest.”

Mila lowered her head and secretly yawned. Her voice muffled as she said, “You should go back to your room and rest too.

“If there’s anything, be sure to call me immediately. I will come to your room right away.”

At that moment, Nathan found Mila’s ideas very interesting. He never thought he would need a delicate and frail woman to protect him.

“Okay,” he replied.

“Set my number on the speed dial,” Mila told Nathan.

Nathan calmly took out his phone and set Mila’s number as a speed dial.

“All set,” Nathan showed her his phone as he gently said, “Can you go to sleep now?” Mila was still worried. She continued, “Don’t eat anything given by anyone else.

“From now on, let Phoebe be in charge of your meals. Her cooking is as good as Keith’s.‘

“I’ll do as you say,” Näthan replied. He didn’t expect her to take it so seriously. He was

touched.

“Then I’ll go to sleep.” She waved to him and said, “Nate, goodnight.”

the living room

complicated emotions swirling inside him. He never worried about Sally trying to trick him or to drug him. He

marriage.

just took this opportunity to keep Mila by his side for a little longer, so that he could have more chances

alarm set, so she woke

Phoebe in preparing breakfast.

to persuade her, she refused to leave the kitchen.

Mila never did any housework.

that everyone had their own strengths. She wasn’t good

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time on

now, she was learning to prepare breakfast in the kitchen.

said, “Mila, you should go out. You should do what you like. For example, reading, doing experiments, drafting, or painting.”

said

worry about this kind of stuff, so what’s the point

to learn,” Mila muttered.

for Mr. Morrison?”

on earth would I

say.” Phoebe couldn’t

busied themselves in the kitchen for

room. He took out his phone to look at his

holding a tray of breakfast. She said, “Morning, Nate.”

stopped looking at his phone. He looked at the apron–clad Mila