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."

friend?" Nathan asked as he changed

than me, a junior who helped solve

people, respecting talent

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

a tall, imposing figure who exuded a captivating blend of handsomeness, elegance, and maturity. He was the kind of man whose striking

powerful presence made her nervous. Moreover, he bore a striking resemblance to Jasper,

Mila to

"Meet Mr.

Mr. Morrison," Imogen greeted politely with

pointed to Imogen and

smiled warmly and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you,

with

Nathan, on the other hand, was gracious and forthright. After the handshake, he sat and

of what to say she served at Mila awkwardly She felt a vague familiarity

hint

adept in conversing with younger women turned his intense gaze

"Not yet," Mila replied.