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?"

looked down as she didn't dare to look

would hurt him, yet she couldn't

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

so you haven't fulfilled your responsibility. "How long do you want to stay out? I'll stay with you, but when you've had enough, I'll take you

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

to question him, "Nate, why are you

recently softened heart to harden once more, bringing her

outsider to interfere in our matters?" she asked. Nathan was about to respond, but Fenna's annoyance was evident as her voice rose several decibels. She angrily said, "I'm Nate's best

restrain herself any longer. She threw aside her manners

her hips. She angrily replied, "He had doctors, nurses, friends, and maids to take care of him when he was injured. You don't have to pretend to look after him for a few days. "Besides, why did you kiss him if you don't like him? If this

She clenched her fists tightly as she was unable to refute