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.

have sex with him, he would go

that moment, the

straight. He reached for his phone on the coffee table

back?" Cole replied, "General Morrison, Ms. Hoffis went to the bar with

over as he lowered his head. He rested his hand on his forehead as he placed his elbow on his knee. “Let her have fun, but you need to keep her safe. When she's done, bring her

Hoffis Manor once she's had enough fun." Nathan remained silent for a few seconds. His tone was firm as he said, "If she refuses to come back, then you need to bring her

replied before ending

his phone aside, Nathan leaned back on

hours later, it was

a

driver's seat. He went

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

asked, "Did you safely escort her