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.

for her response, Mila appeared

screen to check if

table, Mila nervously dug her nails into her palm, her heart racing like that of a startled deer.

could you join me

lingered in the

a loud thud, Nathan's phone slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor, startling

peeked over, her eyes wide with surprise. Nathan hastily bent down,

he pocketed it, his actions somewhat erratic. He was genuinely taken aback by her

he cleared his throat. His tone was somewhat

her demeanor a blend of resignation and sorrow. "I know your concerns. You fear that I

you understand, then stop thinking about that,” Nathan responded, a heat spreading through his chest. He loosened his tie,

don't even care about it myself.

himself a glass of cold water and downed it