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."

replied with a smile. "Mila, I've been researching a little online. It's normal for the baby bump not to be

to tell him the truth? We can go back to Phoenicia while you're expecting if you're worried about Fenna hurting the baby,” Phoebe

sank into

his words were noticeably different. "Here

to General Morrison.

documents aside and replied, “It's not necessary. I have my own research projects and focus. I don't have the energy for anything

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

went dark. She gritted her

walked away with

stomach. She worked

morning. Her colleagues remained in the dark about the nature of her research. All they knew was that she had made

satisfy her hunger. The rest of the research department

them and accidentally bumped into Mila. Mila was startled and stepped back in

She wrapped her arm around Mila's waist