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 pretended not

his hand. She

on his face. He shook off her hand to catch up with Mila. However, he

but there was no response. He was very anxious. After pressing it several

floor as she was waiting for Phoebe by the glass

the sky, creating a lonely and beautiful atmosphere. She felt a

cry during pregnancy. She needed to maintain a happy mood to provide

pain would be very irresponsible behavior toward the

anxious voice

turned to look

There was a sense of

her lips 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

coat on her as he said, "Put

hand to block him and replied, “No need.

slowly took back