The Wrong Woman

Nathan fell into a momentary silence.

Instead of questioning how Mila had learned of his accident, he nervously asked, "Chubs, are you outside?"

Mila replied casually, "Yeah, I was on my way to meet Sienna and spotted you guys.”

With concern etched into his voice, Nathan asked, “Do you have a bodyguard with you? Is Phoebe there?"

Mila paused briefly before replying, “I'm alone. I didn't bring anyone." Nathan's urgency grew as he pressed, "Share your location with me. I'll send someone over immediately."

Once more, Mila fell silent, realizing Nathan hadn't been concerned about her question at all.

Despite her worries about his car accident, he hadn't mentioned a word about it. Instead, he showed more concern for her safety.

“Nate, everything's fine. I'm just meeting up with a friend,” Mila reassured him, hoping to alleviate his concern. "Phoebe will join me shortly.”

Nathan scolded Mila with a tone that struck a balance between sternness and care, resembling that of an older brother. "Next time you go out, you need to inform me. You can't go alone. There must always be someone with you, understood?"

chastised, Mila mumbled, "Understood. And what about you?" Nathan exhaled slowly before remembering to update her on his situation. "I was rear-ended by

as she asked, "Are

okay,"

hands with Fenna. She wanted to broach the subject but found herself at a loss for

Fenna's playful yet sarcastic voice cut in, "Seems like even a spare tire needs emotional maintenance these days. With the way she fusses over you, when are you going to consider

these words, her heart went

regarded Nathan

inadvertently causing

and whispered, "Nate, is that constant buzzing

puzzled.

and retorted, "Would you have preferred

what I meant,” Nathan

to eavesdrop on our conversation? Even her voice seems to get

paused, the