The Wrong Woman

Having experienced Fenna's tactics before, Mila responded calmly, "We were never truly together, so how can there be a breakup?" Fenna retorted, "Then why are you here to see him?"

Seizing the moment, Mila countered, "You used to boast to me, claiming you'd been dating Nate for a month and warning me to stay away from him. What's your plan today to drive me away?"

Fenna clenched her fists, her face flushed red with anger, but she remained silent.

"You didn't see him last night, did you?" Mila pressed on, unperturbed. "You came here today to discuss work, didn't you?"

Gritting her teeth, Fenna maintained her silence.

Shielding her eyes from the harsh sunlight with her hand, Mila muttered, "It's too bright." With that, she brushed past Fenna. Suddenly, Fenna called out, "Chubs Hoffis, wait!"

was the first time Fenna had addressed her by her full name, not as "Ms. Hoffis". Mila wondered if she had

her words resolute. "Chubs Hoffis, don't think you're so special just because Nate likes you. You're

be Nate's lifelong friend and colleague. We have a lifetime together, but you and

piercing Mila's chest. Mila felt her

an undeniable truth, one she

continued, "We can become soulmates. I believe feelings will bloom with time. Someday, I'll

realized how deeply Fenna loved Nathan.

must still be in the study since Fenna had just left. Without hesitation, she made her way to the study. Suddenly, the door

arms, her embrace firm and unwavering. Her figure was soft against him, carrying a faint fragrance that stirred something

as he dipped his head to catch a glimpse