The Wrong Woman

Mila's smile curved softly. "There's nothing urgent. I simply wished to share more moments with you while I'm still here in Phoenicia, and while you're still nearby."

Nathan's question was sincere. "To develop feelings with me?"

A soft smile danced on Mila's lips as she nodded in affirmation.

"And even after you've developed feelings for me, you still intend to leave?" Nathan probed.

Mila responded with simplicity, "Yes."

Nathan's gaze clouded as he passed by Mila, muttering to himself, “You're creating problems for yourself."

Following him into the living room, Mila pressed further, "Why would you say that?"

As Nathan settled into a seat, he picked up an orange from the coffee table and began to peel it. “If you must leave, why bother seeking trouble when there are none?"

Mila hesitated to delve deeper into the topic. Leaning closer to him, she asked softly, "Nate, what was Fenna here to discuss with you just now?"

Nathan handed her the peeled orange.

blinked in surprise, a smile gradually spreading across her face as she looked at the orange

calmly, “To send some

work?" Mila asked curiously while munching on the fruit

frowned at her,

confidential?" Mila probed, sensing his

about my work should

like a setback, leaving her feeling somewhat

the orange slowly, its flavor lacking, and

reverberated in her mind. Fenna could be Nathan's lifelong friend, colleague,

about Nathan's work feel like she was prying into

observed Mila's sudden downturned expression, his gaze intensified and his heart

silence, they found solace, as if time itself

snapped out of her despondent reverie, only to find

corner of her mouth, finding nothing there, then glanced down

the orange to Nathan. "Would you

his head, his voice soft and gentle. "No, thank