The Wrong Woman

It was late at night, but Sudvilla was still brightly lit.

In the living room, Nathan sat on the sofa. He leaned back against the sofa with one hand covering his eyes to block the light while the other rested on the back of the sofa.

He took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. He loosened his tie, and two buttons on his white shirt were also undone.

He remained still. His posture was relaxed and lazy as he looked slightly worn out in his disheveled state.

He was enveloped in a gloomy sense of loneliness all around him. After having had drinks at the banquet, the aftereffects of the alcohol began to take hold of him.

The alcohol went straight to his head, magnifying his sadness several times over. He couldn't get Mila's tearful expression out of his mind and heart.

He felt like he had gone insane. Why did he think Mila would give him a proper status under Fenna's pressure?

Normal friend or boyfriend? Was he going nuts over wanting a label? He had a rule of not being in any ambiguous relationships with women. But this was Wanda. He felt he could ignore his rule and forget about the label.

his feelings, flirt, or even have sex with him,

moment, the

reached for his phone

deep as he asked weakly, "Is she back?" Cole replied, "General Morrison, Ms. Hoffis went to the bar with

forehead as he placed his elbow on his knee. “Let her have

he said, "General Morrison, I've tried several times to bring Ms. Hoffis back, but she refuses to return to Sudvilla. She said she will go back to Hoffis Manor once she's had enough

Cole replied before

his phone aside, Nathan leaned back on the sofa to rest his

it was

hearing the sound of a car outside. He stood up

the driver's seat. He went

gazed intensely at the girl in the back seat. "General

asked, "Did you safely escort her