The Wrong Woman

"Wife?" Fenna burst into the living room, clenching her fists as she struggled to contain her anger. She demanded, "Nate, are you two married?"

"Yes, we are," Nathan responded calmly.

Fenna's expression turned dark with rage. She pointed at Mila's stomach and asked through gritted teeth, "Do you acknowledge the baby she's carrying?"

"Of course, it's mine. Why wouldn't I?" Nathan approached her.

Fenna huffed in frustration and ground her teeth in disdain.

"How about some breakfast?" Nathan suggested.

“You know I didn't come here for breakfast,” Fenna replied.

"And I didn't make you any breakfast, either. I did make some extra, so if you're hungry, feel free to stay and eat. If not, then please leave us alone," Nathan said indifferently.

don't you think you're moving too quickly

"l don't think so."

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but seeing how close he was getting to Fenna made her uneasy. It seemed like they were inseparable

of whether it was an overreaction or not, the jealousy in

onto her stomach as she walked past them toward the door. Nathan hurried to catch up. “Where are

hand away. She changed the fingerprint lock on the front door while everyone watched.

the password?" Fenna frowned in discontent. After setting the new password, Mila returned to the living room and stated indifferently, "Ms. Hudson, please knock before entering my house

I haven't even registered my fingerprint yet."

him a frustrated look. "The same goes for you. Knock before entering the house. Don't bother coming back if no one answers." Nathan couldn't help but burst out laughing. His face was beaming

Then, she stomped upstairs with heavy steps—each step she took felt

walked over to Nathan. Pointing at Mila, she asked, "Do you really have