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.

she forced a stiff smile. She pretended not to care, though her heart ached. She politely nodded to Fenna, then

his hand. She asked, "Nate, where are you

a cold expression on his face. He shook off her hand to catch up with Mila. However, he was one step too late. The elevator door was

He was very anxious. After pressing it several times, he rushed to the stairs. Taking

for Phoebe by the glass door. She placed her hands in

creating a lonely and beautiful atmosphere. She felt a bit cold and discomfort

to maintain a happy mood to provide the best emotional environment for

would be very irresponsible behavior

Nathan's anxious voice

to

panting. There was a sense of desolation reflected in

really don't need to escort me because Phoebe will be here soon.

to put the coat on her as he said,

hand to block him and replied, “No need. I'm not

took back