The Wrong Woman

Nathan adjusted the coat before turning to where the voice came from. He was angry, and his gaze was cold.

He was a bit confused as he questioned Fenna, "What's with your attitude?"

Fenna seemed to realize her abruptness, so she regained her composure before walking toward Nathan.

"Nate, aren't you working overtime? I brought dinner for you," Fenna said.

Her gaze then slowly shifted to Mila. She wore an insincere smile and said, "I didn't expect Ms. Hoffis to be here too. I didn't prepare an extra portion, sorry about that."

To Mila, this was a special situation. She adhered to the principle of not causing trouble, not offending anyone, and treating everyone with kindness and courtesy.

She just wanted to safely get through each day.

Mila smiled as she replied, "It's okay, Ms. Hudson. I'll eat when I get home."

She swiftly unbuttoned the coat and took it off, not waiting for Nathan. Handing it over to him, she said, "There's no need for you to escort me."

Nathan's expression turned grim as he was hurt by her.

two can eat and work. I won't disturb you guys,” Mila said as she forced a stiff smile. She pretended not to care, though her

but Fenna immediately grabbed his hand. She

to catch up with Mila. However, he was

pressing it several times, he rushed to the stairs. Taking three steps

she was waiting for Phoebe by the glass

street lamp, snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, creating a lonely and beautiful atmosphere. She felt a bit cold and

to maintain a happy mood

would be very irresponsible

Nathan's anxious voice

turned to look

up to her, panting. There was

back. You really don't need

on her as he said, "Put

She extended her hand to block him and replied, “No need.

took