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?"

her lower lip stoically. She looked down as she didn't dare to

hearing these words would hurt him, yet she

eyes reddened. He held onto her arm tightly because he was afraid

your responsibility. "How long do you want to stay out? I'll stay with you, but when you've

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

became furious. She rushed over to question him, "Nate, why are you lowering yourself?

softened heart to harden once more, bringing

about to respond, but Fenna's annoyance was evident as her voice rose several decibels. She angrily said, "I'm Nate's best friend, and I can't stand seeing you hurt him like this. What's wrong? You toy with him and

was unable to restrain herself any longer. She threw aside her manners as she angrily

have to pretend to look after him for a few days. "Besides, why did you kiss

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