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.

as he

indeed spotted Nathan leaning

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

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

awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling his ears flush with embarrassment. "I-I

Nathan

she harbored some resentment toward Nathan, Phoebe greeted him

walked over to the foot of the bed and rested his hands on the railings.

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

expression grew serious. "Please, tell

narrate the events of that evening to

his expression filled with concern as he

Nathan absorbed the

could Oliver be the one targeting

firm and decisive, "No, it's highly unlikely.

considered unlikely? Oliver, that deranged lunatic, even orchestrated the bombing that killed Madam Hoffis. What wouldn't

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

the

rational perspective, stating,