The Wrong Woman

Fenna raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mila, taking on a self- righteous stance in defense of Nathan.

"What sort of couple are they? Would she even acknowledge it? What does she take Nate for? Clinging tightly to him on one hand, yet refusing to define their relationship in any way, not even as mere friends—doesn't that seem to be the situation?"

Cole quickly stepped forward, pulling Fenna back and whispering, "Ms. Hudson, please don't cause trouble.”

Fenna brushed off Cole's hand, visibly irritated. "I pity you, Nate. Why should she be allowed to play with your feelings?"

Mila remained silent as she looked at Nathan, her eyes brimming with tears as her heart weighed heavily with pain.

Did Nathan truly agree with everything Fenna said? Was she really that intolerable?

Feeling disheartened, Mila took Sienna's hand and turned away, her voice faltering, "Sienna, let's go.”

"Alright," Sienna said and followed her.

Just as they were about to take a step forward, Nathan walked ahead, blocking Mila's path. His gaze was intense, his tone gentle but filled with concern. "Where are you going?"

gazed up

and said solemnly, "Come home with me. You can bring your friend.

"What danger could there be? Norvania has excellent security with

helplessly as he glanced at Sienna. Nonetheless, he didn't blame her,

should have been aware of her unique status, especially after her identity was exposed at Nightshade

tone, "Mr. Morrison, I appreciate your kindness,

to reprimand me for leading you on without

on “close friend"

hand and walked past Nathan.

staying at

like sharp knives

companionship

a facade? Was her intimacy and the boldness to kiss him earlier that day, to entice him so intimately,

betrayed the turmoil