The Wrong Woman

Chapter 637

After dinner, the family gathered in the living room, nibbling on fruit and chatting.

Cole entered the house hand in hand with Phoebe.

When Michaela spotted them, she welcomed them warmly. "Cole, Phoebe, come join us and grab some fruit."

Cole nodded politely and exchanged greetings with everyone before standing respectfully beside Nathan. His cheeks flushed slightly as he shyly said, "General Morrison, I need to talk to you about something.' Nathan motioned toward the empty couch across from him. "Take a seat and let's talk."

Cole held Phoebe's hand as they settled onto the couch facing Nathan.

Mila smiled as she watched Phoebe's shy demeanor, sensing that something wonderful was about to unfold. Anticipation filled her.

Cole cleared his throat nervously before saying, "General Morrison, Mrs. Morrison, we would like..."

Phoebe glanced at him bashfully, silently encouraging him to speak his mind.

All eyes in the room were fixed on him, awaiting his words.

Cole stuttered, "W-We would like... We would like..."

His ears turned crimson, and his neck flushed, hinting at his growing embarrassment.

bear the tension any longer, Phoebe took charge. "We would like to have the

as the words escaped her lips, Mila couldn't contain her excitement. She clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. She was deeply moved and elated. Michaela clapped and cheered, "Amazing! This calls

and Tristan joined in, saying,

his face glowing with excitement

staring at me? You're not marrying me.

General Morrison." Cole couldn't

with envy, wishing he could also plan his

you invite us?"

"Absolutely," Cole replied eagerly.

what's it

"It's

hometown, with a traditional Norvanian ceremony.

Norvanian wedding

you sorted out a

a place for Phoebe and me in the city

knowingly, feeling

Phoebe, her eyes shining with

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