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.

across her face

calmly, “To send some documents

while munching on

at

it confidential?" Mila probed,

serious. "Anything about my work should

paused, her expression darkening. It felt like a setback, leaving her feeling somewhat

on the orange slowly, its flavor lacking, and her

mind. Fenna could be Nathan's lifelong friend, colleague, or even

simple inquiry about Nathan's work feel like she

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

as if time itself paused

of her despondent reverie, only

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

his intent, she offered the orange to

head, his voice