The Wrong Woman

The more Mila thought about it, the worse she felt. Her gaze shifted toward Fenna, who was behind Nathan.

She thought that Fenna must be gloating now. She must enjoy seeing them in such an unpleasant situation.

Mila felt so wronged that her eyes welled up with tears. She knew her faults and where she went wrong.

But she just wanted Nathan to unconditionally support her and stand by her side instead of supporting his friend. She wanted to be this man's favorite, not just someone he simply liked.

The more Mila thought about it, the worse she felt. Tears shimmered in her eyes.

She pretended indifference as she said, "Yes, I'm just that fickle. You got hurt because of me, and I took care of you for days. Now that you've recovered, I've fulfilled my responsibility.”

"Responsibility?" Nathan murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

He smiled sorrowfully as he continued, "Responsibility... You're only responsible for the injuries I suffered?"

down as she didn't dare to

words would hurt him, yet she couldn't help but say them. She immediately regretted saying those words to hurt

as his eyes reddened. He held onto her arm tightly because he was afraid that she might leave if he let

said in a gentle tone, “"Chubs, my injury hasn't fully healed yet, so you haven't fulfilled your responsibility. "How

this, Mila's heart completely softened. Despite the grievances she endured from Fenna, even if he didn't defend her, she didn't want to

rushed over to question him, "Nate, why are you lowering yourself? Can't you think

heart to harden once

evident as her voice rose several decibels. She angrily said, "I'm Nate's best friend, and I can't stand

her manners as

injured. You don't have to pretend to look after him for a few days. "Besides, why did you

berated Mila until she cried. She clenched her fists tightly as she was