The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1052

Nathan sighed softly, his lips pursing as he lowered his head.

Though he refrained from meddling in Jasper's love life, as a father, he couldn't shake off his concern.

Noticing that dinner was ready, Mila walked over to Imogen's side after the maid's call and said warmly, "Imogen, let's have dinner."

Imogen politely replied, "Sure. Thanks, Professor Winkler."

At the dining table, Mila warmly encouraged Imogen to eat more.

Imogen observed Nathan's reserved manner in speech but noticed how tenderly he looked at Mila, his eyes filled with affection. It reminded her of young couples in the bliss of new love, their eyes sparkling with adoration.

Unable to contain her smile, Imogen remarked, "Professor Winkler, your relationship with Mr. Morrison is extremely lovely. It doesn't seem like you've been married for decades."

Mila looked puzzled. "What should being married for decades look like?"

Imogen thought of Gregory and Carol. "It's usually about contempt out of familiarity, with feelings fading over time."

Mila and Nathan exchanged a smile. Mila responded, "Ours seem faded too, and not as passionate as when we first started dating."

insisted, "No, it doesn't seem

at the frontier for a while now. We haven't seen each other for quite some time." Surprised, Imogen

Mila nodded. "Yes."

word. He served Mila some meat and advised, "Eat more protein. You've lost weight

if a pampered little princess, Mila playfully complained, "It's all those late nights. The rocket tests keep failing, and the data was consistently off." Nathan couldn't help but furrow his brow. "Take care of yourself

will."

Lost in her thoughts, she nervously lowered her head and focused on her meal when she felt

at Nathan, she felt incredibly embarrassed and

more, not intentionally spying on him or drawn in by his charm. She wondered if Nathan would

surprised as Jasper also bore

Imogen shared with Jasper her location, with

pick you up now. Wait for

replied, setting her phone down

Grey Mila and Imogen chatted while enjoying the fruit, while

to resist, Mila asked, "Imogen, do

child, but I do have friends,"