The Wrong Woman

Nathan had strikingly handsome and manly features. Every detail of his appearance sparked endless imagination. Even his stubble added to his rugged charm.

It had been a while since Mila had looked at Nathan's face so intently. His clear complexion, straight nose, soft lips, and appealing Adam's apple were all things she found irresistible. She couldn't help but pursed her lips.

Suddenly, Nathan turned his head.

Startled, Mila quickly looked away, threw off the covers, and went to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

Nathan was still asleep.

After freshening up, changing into her outdoor attire, and grabbing her backpack, Mila headed downstairs. She planned to go with Phoebe to pick up her child from the hospital after having her breakfast.

Mila found Phoebe and Cole sitting on the couch, engaged in a warm chat in the living room. After greeting them, Mila settled down for breakfast. She caught snippets of their conversation. "Did you stay up all night? You look exhausted," Phoebe asked.

Cole gave a bitter laugh. "Yeah, pretty much. General Morrison wanted everything done before he got back today. He was working on stuff until he caught his flight this morning. I barely got any sleep, maybe two hours."

Concerned, Phoebe suggested, "You should go rest now."

7:00 am to pick up General Morrison's son from

would feel safe riding with you?" Phoebe pointed

drive." Cole

Mila entered the living room. "Cole, go

was pleasantly surprised.

nodded at

an alarm for 7:15 am. It was about to go off.

outside at

Mila was seated with the Morrisons on the couch, savoring tea and

a sudden, hurried

dressed

did you return?" Florence was

in, "Why the rush? Is something

on Mila, his expression betraying a sense of guilt. The alarm hadn't gone off, and he had failed to

thought that if he continued behaving like this, his