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.”

She asked,

"To annoy her."

words rendered her

should go back. Don't force yourself to do things that make you unhappy. It's meaningless," Nathan said,

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

stared at the food on the table. He had no appetite at all. “I don't

atmosphere became somber

clothes for me. I'll go

Mila took a few steps toward the door, Nathan said, "Don't do anything that could give me

to look at him. She explained with a heavy heart, "Nate, I've already submitted my

Norvania with the State Department. Although it's not an easy process, I've been working hard on

concealed his excitement and asked calmly, "Do you need my

can help me," Mila said with a worried expression. "I just hope