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!"

she had abandoned pretense altogether. Mila moved to a shaded area and turned to face Fenna. "Ms. Hudson, is there something

Hoffis, don't think you're so special just because Nate likes

be Nate's lifelong friend and colleague.

and painfully honest, like a knife piercing Mila's chest. Mila felt her heart dripping with blood, aching

truth, one she couldn't

soulmates. I believe feelings will bloom

how deeply Fenna loved Nathan. With such a woman by Nathan's side, Mila felt utterly insecure and

room. After glancing 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

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

his head to catch a glimpse of