The Wrong Woman

Was he protecting Fenna?

The thought ran through her head. Mila even suspected Nathan was merely harboring a regret of unrequited love for Mila from their youth. He didn't love her that much.

He wouldn't even hurt Fenna for her.

Mila took a deep breath, then forcefully shook off Nathan's hand. She trembled with anger as she felt bitter, her heart clenching uncomfortably.

"Don't touch me!" she shouted.

Her tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She took two steps back to distance herself from Nathan.

She wiped away her tears desperately, but she felt wretchedly pitiful, like a helpless creature. No one understood, and there was no one to love her.

Sienna couldn't bear to watch anymore. “Let's go," she said, grabbing Mila's hand and leading her away.

Mila wiped away her tears while crying. She couldn't help but look back at him.

Cole followed behind her.

didn't

completely hopeless. She felt that any decision she made now was

giving up her research career at Sunterland and returning to

Mila thought about it, the sadder she felt. This time, she didn't look back

faded away before him. His expression gradually darkened,

to him and softly comforted, “Nate, don't mind her. This kind

woman is she?" Nathan coldly

trembled at his question, finding his tone cold and icy. She gulped nervously. She adjusted her tone and said,

with a serious tone, "Fenna, I admit that I'm despicable, trying to use

at that moment. "You should know that I love her very much,” Nathan said with a warning tone, “If you still want to continue being friends with me, please know your

in matters between me and Chubs. Don't ever try to

just speaking up

"l don't need it."

Wanda do to make you so

instantly. He brushed past