The Wrong Woman

Sienna leaped off the couch as soon as she noticed Daniel sprinting toward her.

"What else can you do besides chasing me, loser?" she asked. "You can't catch me, but you won't admit you're a loser. Why are you being so annoying?"

"Sienna, I'm kicking you out if I catch you,” Daniel warned as he moved around confidently. Even though he didn't run into any obstacles, he still couldn't catch Sienna.

"Talk to me when you actually catch me. Then we'll see if you can kick me out.”

“You're toast. I'll hang you on the maple tree until you're dried up." "Sure," Sienna called out with a laugh. “Come on, loser.”

Nathan and Mila exchanged glances. He took her hand and suggested, "Let's go."

Mila watched them chase each other down the hallway. It was like a blind eagle trying to catch a playful and nimble chick.

"We don't have to worry about them,” Nathan reassured.

Hand in hand, Mila followed Nathan out of the house as they strolled along the path in the maple forest. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

“Daniel's recovering remarkably fast, all thanks to Sienna. But why is he still treating her badly?" Mila sighed.

"Is he?" Nathan asked.

"He says that he wants to kick Sienna out and leave her hanging until she dries out. It's scary just to think about it."

Nathan couldn't help but laugh. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and said, "What's on your mind? Daniel could have caught Sienna in less than a minute if he truly wanted to. She wouldn't even have a chance to run around.”

"But he can't see, so how is he going to catch her?" Mila asked.

"He may not have his sight, but he can hear. With a direct lunge, he can catch her within six and a half feet. You should remember who Daniel used to be.

"Even when he couldn't see and had to rely only on his hearing, he could easily catch the toughest criminals. And Sienna is just a woman, after all," Nathan patiently explained.

“Then why is he still fooling around with Sienna?" Mila asked curiously. She pressed her lips together and thought for a moment before adding, "They fight like cats and dogs every day. It's not fun at all.”

"Are you jealous?" Nathan asked, sounding envious as he looked at her.

Mila stopped in her tracks, causing Nathan to stop as well. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think that I'm jealous of Sienna? Is there some sort of misunderstanding about me?" Mila found it amusing.

Nathan's heart grew heavy. After a brief pause, he asked, "Do you love Daniel?"

“I do,” Mila answered decisively. "I have loved him ever since we were children, just as much as I have loved you."

Nathan smiled ruefully and sighed heavily. He took her hand and said, “I don't want to hear about it. Let's go back."

Mila refused to budge. She stood her ground and stared at the somber look on his face. She knew that Nathan had taken this to heart and misinterpreted it badly.

"My feelings for him were like those for a brother, not romantic love between a couple. Why are you always jealous of Daniel?"

Nathan struggled to control his anger while walking ahead. Yet, after a few steps, he returned and reached for Mila's hand. "I don't want to talk about this. Let's go."

"Why?" Mila shoved his hand away once more. Her cheeks puffed out as she looked at him unhappily.

Nathan took a deep breath. He placed one hand on his waist, the other on his throbbing forehead. Jealousy seemed to consume him.

“I know what you're going to say—that you care for me like a brother. We could get married, be together, even have kids, but there's no love between us."

Mila felt a twinge of sadness. “Nate, why do you feel this way?" Nathan looked down at the scattered maple leaves on the ground, taking a long moment before meeting her gaze. A sense of loneliness and melancholy filled his eyes.

"Wasn't that how you were when you lost your memory? You agreed to marry me according to Grandma's wishes because you found me trustworthy and thought you could trust me with your life."