The Wrong Woman

Eventually, Nathan released Mila's hand.

Mila felt a pang in her heart when she realized what it was like to be deeply loved by him. Regardless of his reluctance, he was willing to compromise for her sake.

She clung to Phoebe's arm as they walked away side by side.

When they were a short distance away, Phoebe couldn't help but look back. She saw Nathan standing in a warm yellow light under the falling snow. He stood motionless with his eyes fixed on Mila.

Unable to ignore him, Phoebe whispered, "Mila, General Morrison is still there.”

Mila replied with a hum but didn't turn around.

"I feel sorry for him sometimes,” Phoebe sighed.

"For what? Hasn't he got Fenna with him? You should feel sorry for me," Mila said with a bitter smile.

Phoebe wrapped her arm tightly around Mila's and rested her head on Milas shoulder. "You've still got me."

to be

back to Phoenicia while you're expecting if

sank into

words were noticeably different. "Here are all

reported to General Morrison. Why pretend otherwise?" Jacob

not necessary. I have my own research projects and focus.

from head to toe in disdain before muttering under his breath, "You really are a parasite who relies on connections

went dark. She gritted her teeth and

away

deep breath and gently touched her stomach. She worked

about the nature of her research. All they knew was that she had made several trips to the restroom throughout

arrived with some snacks to satisfy her hunger. The rest of the research department continued their work

entered the cafeteria, a figure rushed toward them and accidentally bumped into Mila.

arm around Mila's waist