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.

gradually spreading across her face as she looked at

explained calmly, “To send some documents and

Mila asked curiously while munching on the fruit and savoring its sweetness and unique

at her, remaining

it confidential?" Mila probed, sensing

demeanor turned serious. "Anything about my work

paused, her expression darkening. It felt like a

orange slowly, its flavor lacking, and her heart

Fenna could be Nathan's lifelong

simple inquiry about Nathan's work feel like she was

sudden downturned expression, his gaze intensified

in silence, they found solace, as if time

despondent reverie, only to

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

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

shook his head, his voice soft