The Wrong Woman

Nathan said, “I haven't changed. I've always been myself."

Mila replied with an indifferent attitude, “Is that so?"

Nathan took a deep breath as he endured the heartache. He gently asked again, "Where are you? I'll come and find you so we can talk." Mila remained calm and replied, "I'm leaving for the border tomorrow. I still need to visit Daniel and Sienna at Morrison Residence. General Morrison, I don't have time to meet you tomorrow.”

Nathan sneered as his eyes instantly reddened.

It was Daniel again! The man she had been missing was always Daniel!

"Okay," Nathan felt suffocated as he replied. He breathed through his mouth, and spoke, still gentle as ever, “Let me know when you're free.” "Goodbye," Mila said before hanging up.

Nathan slowly put down the phone. He lowered his head to look at the snow around his feet.

His tall and sturdy figure stood desolately under the barren tree. He didn't move at all.

The weather was even warmer than his heart.

Seeing Nathan hang up the phone, Fenna can't wait to rush toward him. She asked, "Nate! What happened?"

looked like a wilted flower. She leaned against

heard their conversation. She asked, "Mila,

tomorrow. It's best to meet in public because I don't want to

said, "What are you afraid of? I'm here, aren't

She resigned as she said, “I don't have your strength. I

anyone or cause any trouble. Phoebe,

understood the meaning. She nervously asked,

nodded without saying anything. She choked, she felt like

She saw Fenna.

stood in front of Nathan. She gently brushed the

affectionate toward him as she placed a

didn't refuse and enjoyed Fenna's

by his side, Nathan must be

in the passenger seat. She found that she had

all pregnant women get tired