The Wrong Woman

Mila smiled and said, "Let's just take things as they come. We don't need to announce everything to everyone."

"But everyone is doubting your skills and talking about you behind your back," Phoebe objected.

"Actions speak louder than words. If you want to silence them, the best way is to show what you can do." Phoebe wasn't entirely convinced.

After all, words could hurt, and dealing with gossip every day was tough.

Later, Phoebe opened up to Cole about her concerns, and Cole shared the conversation with Nathan.

The following day, the military base released a personnel profile showcasing Norvania's top researchers. It highlighted their impressive accomplishments and accolades. Among the extensive list of researchers, Mila's name stood out prominently.

"Wanda Hoffis, also known as 'Mila,' is Norvania's leading chemical researcher and military engineering designer. She's credited with developing hydronium and has contributed significantly to numerous groundbreaking studies in Sunterland. She has received prestigious honors, including..."

This report immediately sparked excitement throughout the entire military base. Researchers of all ages flocked to Mila's research lab like devoted fans, resulting in a bustling and crowded atmosphere within her workspace.

Mila used to treasure her solitude and prioritize her time. But now, she found herself caught up in socializing with her coworkers, who were suddenly fascinated by her.

her work on hold, she marched into Nathan's office in frustration. Cole guided her

her, lifting her and kissing her forehead. "What's going on?

swarming with people. They come for chitchat, research

close. "Things will calm down soon. It's natural for them to be excited initially. After all, who wouldn't want to meet the

him with displeasure. "Why did

want anyone to

a wave of gratitude washed over

help but smile. She wrapped her arms around Nathan's neck

married." Nathan broached

a legally registered marriage held the utmost significance. The ceremony was more of a choice than a

schedule

to return to

off, I won't even have a second to spare for a wedding. We'll have to wait until

anywhere from a speedy six

and murmured with a hint of emotion, "So, it looks like I'll