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.

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

send some documents and discuss

on the fruit and savoring its sweetness and unique

frowned at her,

it confidential?" Mila probed, sensing

"Anything about my work should remain

It felt like a setback, leaving

on the orange slowly, its flavor lacking, and her

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

a simple inquiry about Nathan's work feel like she was

observed Mila's sudden downturned expression, his gaze intensified

in silence, they found solace, as if time itself paused in perfect

reverie, only to find Nathan staring at her

corner of her mouth, finding

his intent, she offered the orange to Nathan. "Would you

shook his head, his voice soft and