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!"

had addressed her by her full name, not as "Ms. Hoffis". Mila wondered if she had abandoned pretense altogether. Mila moved to a shaded area and turned to face Fenna. "Ms. Hudson, is there something

a deep breath, Fenna approached Mila, her words resolute. "Chubs Hoffis, don't think

lifelong friend and colleague.

Mila's chest. Mila felt her heart dripping

was an undeniable truth, one she

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

departing figure, Mila realized how deeply

around, Mila realized that Nathan must still be in the study since Fenna had just left. Without hesitation, she made her way to the study. Suddenly, the door of the study swung open, and Nathan

Mila threw herself into his arms, her embrace firm and unwavering. Her figure was soft against him, carrying a faint fragrance that stirred

his heart quickening as he dipped his