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 strode forward and

but Fenna immediately grabbed his hand. She asked,

up with Mila. However, he was one step too late. The

was no response. He was very anxious. After pressing it several times, he rushed to the stairs.

was waiting for Phoebe by the glass door. She placed her hands in her pockets and

from the sky, creating a lonely and beautiful

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

or crying in pain would be

anxious voice came

turned to look

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

really don't need to escort me because

coat on her as he said, "Put

two steps back. She extended her hand to block him and

took