The Wrong Woman

Nathan leaned back in his chair. He felt somewhat weary as he said, "You're so busy, you don't have to come here every day. I'll be fine. I just need to rest for a couple of days.”

Fenna smiled as she nodded. "Okay, then rest well."

Mila remained silent.

As Fenna opened the door to leave, she glanced back at Mila. Mila glanced at her too. Their eye contact was like a silent battle of wills, and the atmosphere grew even more tense.

Once the door closed, Mila finally breathed a sigh of relief. She used a fork to pick up some grilled potatoes, together with a meatball, and offered it to Nathan.

Nathan didn't open his mouth. His expression was slightly gloomy as he said, "She's gone, you don't have to pretend anymore.”

Mila was stunned. She said, "Nate, I..."

She wasn't pretending. She genuinely wanted to take care of him. Of course, she couldn't deny that she also wanted to provoke Fenna.

Nathan took the cutlery from her and began to eat. He felt a bit gloomy as he murmured, "It's okay. I don't mind being used by you.”

was puzzled. She asked, "Use

"To annoy her."

rendered

yourself to do things that make you unhappy. It's meaningless," Nathan said, subtly urging

uneasy and asked, "Nate, why do you think I

table. He had no appetite at all. “I don't know about the conflicts between you two, and I don't want to guess,”

became

twice. After looking at her phone screen, she stood up and said, "Nate, Phoebe brought some clothes for me. I'll go down

took a few steps toward the door, Nathan said,

for a moment and turned to look at him. She explained with a heavy heart, "Nate,

State Department. Although it's not an easy process, I've been working hard on it. Give me some time. I'll

and asked calmly, "Do you need

me," Mila said with a worried expression. "I