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.

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

“To send some documents

curiously while munching on the fruit and savoring its

frowned at

it confidential?" Mila probed, sensing

turned serious. "Anything about my

expression darkening. It felt like a setback, leaving

orange slowly, its flavor lacking, and

reverberated in her mind. Fenna could

about Nathan's work

sudden downturned expression, his gaze intensified and his

solace, as if time itself paused in

snapped out of her despondent reverie, only to

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

orange to Nathan. "Would you

his voice soft and gentle. "No, thank