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.

you guys,” Mila said as she forced a stiff smile. She pretended not to care, though her heart ached. She politely nodded

follow, but Fenna immediately grabbed his hand. She asked,

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

there was no response. He was very anxious. After pressing it several times, he rushed to the stairs. Taking three steps at

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

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

during pregnancy. She needed to maintain a happy mood to

sad, depressed, or crying in pain would be very irresponsible

anxious voice came

to

panting. There was

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the coat on

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

slowly took