The Wrong Woman

“Nate, please say something," Fenna demanded impatiently.

Nathan snapped back into reality. He dropped his head and took a deep breath, trying to release the tension in his chest.

Fenna's tone softened, and she sounded genuinely concerned when she added, "I promised to stop interfering in your romantic affairs, but we're not just working together.

"We've been friends for more than ten years. I can't stand by while you're in trouble without helping you."

Confused, Cole interjected, "Ms. Hudson, what does Wanda's pregnancy have to do with General Morrison?"

"Given the timing of her pregnancy, the baby is not Nate's. And yet, she's still trying to get him involved in this. She must have an ulterior motive," Fenna explained.

"Are you saying Ms. Hoffis plans to claim General Morrison as the father?" Cole asked in a shocked tone.

Fenna leaned closer to Nathan with her hands on the table. "Come on, Nate. Say something!"

With a stoic expression, Nathan rose from his seat and made his way to the door.

Fenna and Cole hurried to follow him. They assumed he was going to find Mila. To their surprise, he returned to his office and locked the door. His actions made them wonder about his intentions and thoughts.

The military base was like a close-knit community, and news of Mila's pregnancy spread like wildfire.

The people in the camp were speculating and gossiping about it. Opinions varied widely, and there were multiple interpretations of the story.

Some believed the baby was Nathan's. Others spread rumors that Mila had been gone for six months, and her pregnancy didn't seem to fit that timeline, suggesting that the baby might be someone else's.

The story became more and more embellished as it circulated. Eventually, outsiders were discussing it as if it were an undeniable truth, even though those involved remained silent. The situation continued to simmer for the next two weeks.

Through it all, Nathan never contacted Mila. He continued to work as usual, though he seemed more preoccupied.

As Fenna watched Nathan's reaction, she became more and more convinced that Wanda was pregnant and Nathan wasn't the baby's father.

In time, Fenna's worries began to subside. She even felt a twinge of excitement.

She instructed Mila's superiors to take good care of her and to make sure that she didn't put too much strain on herself.

As dusk fell, the air turned unexpectedly chilly, but the heat inside the room kept it comfortably warm.

Dressed in a thin black short-sleeved shirt, Nathan completed 300 push-ups. His body glistened with sweat as he continued with the squats.

His workout was interrupted by a knock on the door. He wiped the sweat from his face with a towel before making his way to the door. As the door swung open, a rush of cold air swept in.

Nathan froze for a moment as he stared intently at Mila. Whether it was from his recent workout or from the fact that Mila was approaching him willingly, his heart was racing, and his breath was catching.

Mila was wrapped in layers of thick clothing. A scarf covered the lower part of her face, and a bulky hat hid most of her features, leaving only her large eyes to be seen.

They held each other's gaze for a moment in silence.

“It's pretty cold out here." Mila broke the silence. She couldn't stand the cold any longer.

Nathan held the door open and stepped back to let her in. Mila immediately felt the warmth enveloping her as the door closed behind her.

Guilt tore at Mila's conscience. She had told Nathan previously that they shouldn't meet in private or talk about their feelings. He had respected her wishes, yet here she was, getting in touch again. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

"Have a seat." Nathan's soft voice came from behind her.

Mila snapped out of her thoughts and made her way to the couch. Meanwhile, Nathan went over to the cupboard and took out a carton of milk. He cut a small opening and poured the milk into a glass, which he then placed in a pot of hot water to warm it up.

He stood by the milk with his back to Mila.