The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1051



Mila walked out hastily, joyfully welcoming Nathan home. Imogen stood quietly in the living room, watching the doorway.

A strikingly handsome, authoritative middle-aged man entered, his gentle smile lighting up the room. Without changing his shoes, he wrapped Mila in a warm embrace and kissed her lips.

"Surprised to see me?" he said tenderly.

"Yeah, I thought you weren't coming home today," Mila replied with a smile, gently pushing him away.

Nathan chuckled affectionately. "I wanted to surprise you." Then he pulled her close for a deeper kiss.

Imogen lowered her head and looked away, feeling utterly awkward.

Mila quickly pushed against his chest, whispering, "Nathan, stop. We have a guest."

Nathan paused, curiosity lighting up his eyes as he looked toward the living room. "A guest?"

Mila hummed in response and handed him his slippers. "Change your shoes and come. I'll introduce you to a friend."

asked as he

much younger than me, a junior who helped solve a rocket

always admired knowledgeable people, respecting talent regardless of

on, Nathan walked into the living room with Mila's arm around his. Mila beamed, "Imogen,

of handsomeness, elegance, and maturity. He was the kind of man whose striking presence left a lasting impression, impossible

resemblance

for Mila to

"Meet Mr.

Morrison," Imogen greeted politely with

Imogen and said, "This

warmly and extended his

quickly grasped his hand with both of

yet reserved. Nathan, on the other hand, was gracious and

of what to say she served at Mila awkwardly She

sat quietly, a hint of unease in her

particularly adept in conversing with younger women turned his intense gaze to Mila and

"Not yet," Mila replied.