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."

as he

me, a junior who helped solve a rocket

always admired knowledgeable people, respecting talent regardless of age or

Mila beamed, "Imogen, let me introduce my husband, Nathan..." She paused, her words hanging in the

who exuded a captivating blend of handsomeness, elegance, and maturity. He was the kind of man whose striking presence left

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

waited for Mila to initiate the

"Meet

Morrison," Imogen greeted

and said,

and extended his hand. "Nice to

nervous, quickly grasped his hand with both of hers. "Nice

and forthright. After the handshake,

at Mila awkwardly She felt a

a hint of unease in

not particularly adept in conversing with younger women turned his intense gaze to Mila and asked

"Not yet," Mila replied.