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 heart ached. She politely

wanted to follow, but Fenna immediately grabbed his hand.

shook off her hand to catch up

was very anxious. After pressing it several times,

stood in the lobby on the first floor as she was waiting for Phoebe by the glass door. She placed her

warm yellow street lamp, snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, creating a lonely

needed to maintain a happy mood to provide

sad, depressed, or crying in pain would

anxious voice

to

ran up to her, panting. There was a sense of

and smiled. She pretended to be calm as she asked, "General Morrison, you should go back. You really don't need to escort me because Phoebe will be here soon. Besides, it's only about a

put the coat on her as

took two steps back. She extended her hand to block him and replied, “No

took back the