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

follow, but Fenna immediately grabbed his

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

it several times, he rushed to the stairs. Taking three steps at once, he ran down the

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

sky, creating a lonely and beautiful atmosphere. She felt a bit cold and discomfort in her

needed to maintain a

depressed, or crying in pain would

voice came behind

turned to look

was a sense of desolation reflected

be calm as she asked, "General Morrison, you should go back. You really don't need to escort me because Phoebe

tried to put the coat on her as he said, "Put

her hand to block him and

took back