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."

Nathan asked as

younger than me, a junior who helped solve a

had always admired knowledgeable people, respecting talent regardless of age

with Mila's arm around his. Mila beamed, "Imogen, let me introduce

maturity. He was the kind of man whose

bore a striking resemblance to Jasper, though his gaze was even

Mila to initiate

smiled. "Meet Mr.

Morrison," Imogen greeted politely with

pointed to Imogen and said, "This is

his hand. "Nice to

grasped his hand with

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

she served at Mila

hint of unease

turned his intense gaze to Mila

"Not yet," Mila replied.