The Wrong Woman

Nathan remained still, standing there without moving. He clenched his fists tightly and suppressed the indescribable pain deep inside him. Seeing that Phoebe hadn't arrived yet, Mila didn't want to wait any longer.

"General Morrison, I'm going back first,” she politely bid farewell. She pushed open the glass door and stepped out into the cold wind.

Mila shivered as the cold wind hit her. Taking small steps as there was a thin layer of snow on the ground, she steadily moved forward.

As Nathan watched her gradually disappearing figure, he couldn't help but chase after her.

Under the dim and misty light of the street lamp, Nathan grabbed Mila's arm.

Milas heart tightened. After she stood firmly, she turned to look at him. She really wanted to shout at this man. Could he stop pulling her from behind? She and the baby couldn't stand his rough treatment. Nathan's expression turned grim. He said each word with resentment, "Why did you lie to me?"

At that moment, Mila couldn't react in time. She asked, "What lie?" Nathan smiled bitterly as his face turned gloomy. He was very sad as he said with a slightly trembling voice, "You said that if you could return to Norvania, we would continue to be husband and wife."

Mila was speechless. She fell silent.

Nathan felt that even breathing was painful. He let out a sigh as he said in a low voice, "You also said you liked my genes and wanted to have a child with me.

“You don't want to marry me or have my child, yet you come to work under me and flaunt yourself in front of me every day. You also refuse to give me any chance.

do it,

shouted those words. He was trembling as he clenched

softened, seeing him in so

of acquaintance, more than ten years of secret admiration. His feelings were sincere and loyal, and

suffer, so she walked slowly to him after a moment of contemplation and

stunned, so he looked down at her to see what she was trying to do. He couldn't figure out what she was doing. He just felt that her hand was cold

his fists before holding his warm hand. She lowered her head and said softly, “I'm sorry, Nate. I

softly call him Nate made him fall

Phoebe called out, interrupting

saw Phoebe rushing

she had almost revealed everything because she was being

the subject, "Phoebe is here to pick me up, I'll go

hand and said, “Finish what you were saying.” Mila felt a

as he asked,

became more nervous. She said, "I'm focusing on work now first. I don't want to get into any relationship. Once I'm financially stable, then I'll reconsider