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

“To send

Mila asked curiously while munching on the fruit and savoring its

at her, remaining

it confidential?" Mila

about my work should remain confidential from

felt like a setback, leaving her feeling

nibbled on the orange slowly, its flavor lacking, and her heart weighed

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

inquiry about Nathan's work feel like she was prying

downturned expression, his gaze intensified and his heart

found solace, as if time itself paused in

snapped out of her despondent reverie, only to find Nathan staring at her

her mouth, finding nothing there, then glanced down at

offered the orange to Nathan.

his voice soft and gentle. "No,