The Wrong Woman

Nathan adjusted the coat before turning to where the voice came from. He was angry, and his gaze was cold.

He was a bit confused as he questioned Fenna, "What's with your attitude?"

Fenna seemed to realize her abruptness, so she regained her composure before walking toward Nathan.

"Nate, aren't you working overtime? I brought dinner for you," Fenna said.

Her gaze then slowly shifted to Mila. She wore an insincere smile and said, "I didn't expect Ms. Hoffis to be here too. I didn't prepare an extra portion, sorry about that."

To Mila, this was a special situation. She adhered to the principle of not causing trouble, not offending anyone, and treating everyone with kindness and courtesy.

She just wanted to safely get through each day.

Mila smiled as she replied, "It's okay, Ms. Hudson. I'll eat when I get home."

She swiftly unbuttoned the coat and took it off, not waiting for Nathan. Handing it over to him, she said, "There's no need for you to escort me."

Nathan's expression turned grim as he was hurt by her.

“You two can eat and work. I won't disturb you guys,” Mila said as she forced a stiff smile. She pretended not to care, though her heart ached. She politely nodded to Fenna, then strode forward and entered the elevator.

Nathan wanted to follow, but Fenna immediately grabbed his hand. She asked, "Nate, where are you going?"

Nathan wore a cold expression on his face. He shook off her hand to catch up with Mila. However, he was one step too late. The elevator door was already closed.

He forcefully pressed the door-open button, but there was no response. He was very anxious. After pressing it several times, he rushed to the stairs. Taking three steps at once, he ran down the stairs. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila stood in the lobby on the first floor as she was waiting for Phoebe by the glass door. She placed her hands in her pockets and looked outside at the dark sky.

Under the warm yellow street lamp, snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, creating a lonely and beautiful atmosphere. She felt a bit cold and discomfort in her heart.

She kept reminding herself not to cry during pregnancy. She needed to maintain a happy mood to provide the best emotional environment for her baby.

Being sad, depressed, or crying in pain would be very irresponsible behavior toward the baby.

"Chubs..." Nathan's anxious voice came behind her.

Mila turned to look at him.

Nathan ran up to her, panting. There was a sense of desolation reflected in his eyes.

Mila pursed her lips and smiled. She pretended to be calm as she asked, "General Morrison, you should go back. You really don't need to escort me because Phoebe will be here soon. Besides, it's only about a ten-minute walk from here to my dorm."

Nathan tried to put the coat on her as he said, "Put this on."

She quickly took two steps back. She extended her hand to block him and replied, “No need. I'm not cold.”

Nathan slowly took back the coat.

Mila was worried that Fenna would come after them again. She urged, “You should go back. Ms. Hudson is waiting for you."

Nathan slowly clenched his fists. His gaze was intense, and his voice was sharp. He suppressed his anger and asked, "How many times do I have to say it?"

Puzzled, Mila asked, "Say what?"

“I have a woman I like. I don't like Fenna,” Nathan said, stressing each word.

Milas heart trembled. She was inexplicably nervous, letting out a shuddering breath. She murmured, "I know."

Nathan grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him. He angrily asked, “If you know, why do you treat me like this?"

Mila panicked. She lost her balance and fell toward Nathan. She instinctively placed her hand on Nathan's chest.

When she confirmed that the man didn't hurt the baby in her belly, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, all the grievances came crashing down on her.

She had endured the painful early pregnancy stage alone and faced the difficulties of returning home alone. Although without family and him by her side, she had overcome it.

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