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?"

her lower lip and holding her breath. She gazed up at him with a faint, resigned

her feelings and said solemnly, "Come home with me. You can bring your friend. It's not safe to wander outside. It's too

has excellent security with surveillance cameras and

at Sienna. Nonetheless, he didn't blame her, acknowledging the truth in the saying

should have been aware of her unique status, especially after her identity

she spoke in a detached tone, "Mr. Morrison, I appreciate your kindness, but I won't

“close friend’ to reprimand me for leading you on without making a

friend" in

took Sienna’s hand and walked past Nathan. Nathan felt a tremor

longer staying at

felt like sharp

companionship over the past few days meant

and the boldness to

Nathan's cold, ambiguous smile betrayed the turmoil within him. His chest heaved, the fire in his heart raging. He clenched his fists tightly, enduring