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

Nathan failed to grasp her feelings and said solemnly, "Come home with me. You can bring

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

didn't blame

contrary, Mila should have been aware of her unique status, especially after her identity was exposed

a detached tone, "Mr. Morrison, I appreciate your kindness, but

friend’ to reprimand me for leading

“close friend"

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

longer staying at his

words felt like sharp knives piercing

companionship over the past few days

a bed with him every night during his injury just a facade? Was her intimacy and the boldness to kiss him

as his body recovered? Nathan's cold, ambiguous smile betrayed the turmoil within him. His chest heaved, the fire in his heart raging. He