The Wrong Woman

Mila stood there empty-handed, watching Fenna's domineering attitude. She felt extremely suffocated inside and said, "No, it's fine."

"Nate must be hungry. I'll get going then,” Fenna said politely, but it was a subtle way of urging her to leave.

With that, she headed upstairs with the tray of food

Mila clenched her fists tightly. She was frustrated, so she walked out onto the balcony to let the cool breeze brush against her face as she took deep breaths.

She felt like she couldn't remain indifferent anymore. Although Nathan liked her, he was still a man. Fenna was so cunning, and they've been good friends for many years, so it's not impossible for feelings to develop over time.

If she didn't do something now, when she really lost Nathan, it would be too late to regret.

After contemplating her options, Mila turned and rushed upstairs. She pushed open the door and walked in without knocking. She saw Fenna helping Nathan out of bed.

Fenna and Nathan heard the noise and turned to look at her at the same time.

Mila felt a bit embarrassed, but she still managed to muster up the courage to smile and said, "I came to see if Nate needed any help.”

Nathan's expression went from surprise to joy, but the change was subtle. His gaze then turned intense and gentle as he looked at her.

already left. He didn't expect her to still be here. A faint smile

had already left. "No need, Ms. Hoffis," she declined. "Haven't you

later. Besides, I didn't plan on leaving." Nathan was surprised by

"It's quite inappropriate for an

Nathan with a beautiful smile. Her voice was as gentle as

open for you,” Nathan said calmly. He then lifted

unpleasant as she noticed Nathan getting out of bed. She quickly grabbed his hand and said,

hand.

you going to wash your hands? Let

again. "No

for a moment but didn't insist. She just reminded him,

as weak as you think. I still

slowly walked toward the

was worried he might faint, so she quickly

was stunned and didn't push her away.