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."

to be ready by 7:00 am to pick up General Morrison's son from the

shouldn't drive when you're so tired. Who would feel

can drive." Cole

"Cole, go rest. We'll reschedule picking up my son for the

was pleasantly

nodded at Cole

alarm for 7:15 am. It was

shone brightly outside at

the Morrisons on the couch, savoring

hurried footsteps resounded from

shifted toward the stairs as Nathan, dressed in a black

you return?" Florence was

Wendy chimed in, "Why the

a sense of guilt. The alarm hadn't gone

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