The Wrong Woman

Cole let out a sigh and said, "If there's anything that bothers you in the future or anything you dislike, just tell me directly. And if there's something you like or want, please inform me as well."

Phoebe paused, feeling a bit nervous as she swallowed her apple. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she stammered, "Wh-why should I do that?"

Cole explained in a sincere and gentle tone, "Men's thoughts are typically straightforward, and we can't always grasp all the nuances of women's feelings.

"Those who attempt to decipher every detail of a woman's mind may appear to be love experts, but more often than not, they're simply players."

Phoebe blushed, a blend of nerves and curiosity bubbling within her. "Why should I share what I want with you?"

"Because if you do, I can fulfill your wishes," Cole explained anxiously.

Phoebe's nervousness intensified, prompting her to ask once more, "But why do you want to do that for me?"

Cole hesitated, his gaze intensifying as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "Be-because... I..."

The words "I like you" stayed lodged in Cole's throat, impossible to voice. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, apprehensive of the potential for rejection.

Cole found himself in uncharted territory. He had never felt this way about anyone before, never pursued a woman, and lacked experience in handling such emotions.

Nervously, Cole rose to his feet, his eyes darting around the room as he wrestled with his inner turmoil.

Unbeknownst to Cole, Phoebe eagerly awaited his words, hoping for a declaration of his feelings.

Despite her anticipation, Cole struggled to muster the courage to speak up. Instead, his focus shifted to Nathan, who stood lost in thought outside the door, leaning against the opposite wall.

Morrison?" Cole remarked as he stood and headed toward

outside, Phoebe indeed spotted Nathan leaning

approached Nathan. "General Morrison, you're here too. Why don't you come

offering a faint smile. "I'll join you once you're done confessing

the back of his head, feeling his ears

a gentle smile, Nathan stepped into

Nathan, Phoebe

on the railings.

injure any vital organs, so it's not

expression grew serious. "Please, tell me

narrate the events

his expression filled with

Nathan absorbed the details, lost in

could

decisive, "No, it's highly unlikely. Oliver

"But why is he considered unlikely? Oliver, that deranged lunatic, even orchestrated

"I agree with Cole. It must be

the

rational perspective, stating,