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 look

knew how he felt and knew that hearing these words would hurt him, yet she

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

to compromise, he said in a gentle tone, “"Chubs, my injury hasn't fully healed yet, so you haven't fulfilled your responsibility. "How long do you want to stay out? I'll

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

suddenly became furious. She rushed over to question him, "Nate, why are you lowering yourself? Can't you think

caused Mila's recently softened heart to harden once more,

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.

her

look after him for a few days. "Besides, why did you kiss him if you don't like him? If

clenched her fists tightly as she was