The Wrong Woman

Mila settled across from him, her smile vanishing in an instant. "Am I not welcome?"

Nathan replied, "You know that's not what I mean."

Resting her chin on her hands, Mila gazed at his solemn expression, her words slow and deliberate. "I wanted to see you."

Nathan was taken aback by her words. His heart pounded inexplicably as a sudden tension gripped him.

Why did she want to see him? Was it for some specific request? Or perhaps out of longing?

Feeling a dryness in his throat, Nathan swallowed hard and took a sip of the pumpkin soup, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart.

Yet, the soup seemed sickly sweet, matching the unease swirling within him.

After finishing, Nathan carefully set the bowl down. "Chubs, if you have something on your mind, just speak up. Such ambiguous words can cause misunderstandings.”

Mila pondered for a long while, realizing that stealing was neither feasible nor sensible. So, she had to resort to asking.

waited for her response, Mila appeared to

briefly glanced at his phone screen to check

that of a startled deer. Before she could speak, her cheeks were

join me in

in the air,

loud thud, Nathan's phone slipped from his grasp and

over, her eyes wide with surprise.

on the table, then the next moment, he pocketed it, his

he cleared his throat. His tone was somewhat sharp. "Chubs, I've already made myself clear before. With your intelligence,

sorrow. "I know your concerns. You fear that I will get married after my

through his chest. He loosened his tie, unbuttoning

“I don't even care about it myself.

poured himself a glass of cold water and downed