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?"

stoically. She looked down as

hearing these words would hurt him, yet she couldn't help but say them. She immediately

arm

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

softened. Despite the grievances she endured from Fenna, even if he didn't defend

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

softened heart to harden once

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 friend, and I can't stand seeing

any longer. She threw aside her

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 isn't toying with him,

her fists tightly as she was unable