The Wrong Woman

"There's something I need to explain to you," Nathan said. His breath grew heavy as he spoke softly against her shoulder.

"What is it?" Mila asked.

"Fenna and I aren't dating.”

Mila was stunned. She was at a loss for words. She had mixed feelings about it, and her thoughts raced in all directions.

She was unsure whether to feel relieved, happy, angry, or annoyed. But she could feel Fenna's hostility, and her tactics were a bit dirty.

As Mila's emotions settled down, her hands around his waist tightened. "Nate, Fenna told me you two were together.”

That was why Nathan felt it necessary to explain. Regardless of whether she loved him or not, he wouldn't let himself be in a helpless position.

As long as Mila remained unmarried and he was still single, he still had a chance.

"Yeah, Fenna mentioned it to me,” Nathan replied.

Fear lodged itself in Mila's heart. If Nathan had never explained, she would've always misunderstood.

If the misunderstanding was cleared up, Fenna would simply be seen as helping a friend vent. Fenna had explained first so that Nathan wouldn't blame her. So, women who could use such manipulative tactics with such righteousness still existed.

was no match for

this?" Mila asked softly, her

"Yeah," Nathan replied.

and said, "Fenna probably

didn't she expect?"

for a moment and

from her. He gazed at Mila's slightly flushed cheeks, eyes filled with emotion, and said, "I know

Mila wanted to explain, but

She wanted to resign

again, she would have the

come back to work in Norvania,

would be too painful. She couldn't bear to

turned and walked toward the bed, dragging his tired

of her reverie and

hand. Then,

as she said, "Let me

allowed her

covered him with the blanket and then pulled a chair to sit