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.

Cole remarked as he stood and headed toward the

outside, Phoebe indeed spotted Nathan leaning against the

out and approached Nathan. "General Morrison, you're here too.

offering a faint smile. "I'll

of his head, feeling his ears flush with embarrassment. "I-I haven't... confessed

smile, Nathan stepped into

toward Nathan, Phoebe greeted him politely, "Hello, Mr.

on the railings. "How are you holding up? Did you sustain any

"Thankfully, I didn't injure any vital organs,

expression grew serious. "Please, tell me about what transpired that

events of that

his expression filled with

the details,

Phoebe inquired, "Mr. Morrison, could Oliver be the one

response was firm and decisive, "No, it's highly unlikely. Oliver is the least

"But why is he considered unlikely? Oliver, that deranged lunatic, even orchestrated the bombing that killed Madam

in agreement, echoing Cole's sentiment, "I agree with Cole. It must be

analyzed the situation

rational perspective, stating,