The Wrong Woman

Cole let out a sigh and said, "If there's anything that bothers you in the future or anything you dislike, just tell me directly. And if there's something you like or want, please inform me as well."

Phoebe paused, feeling a bit nervous as she swallowed her apple. Her heart started to beat a little faster as she stammered, "Wh-why should I do that?"

Cole explained in a sincere and gentle tone, "Men's thoughts are typically straightforward, and we can't always grasp all the nuances of women's feelings.

"Those who attempt to decipher every detail of a woman's mind may appear to be love experts, but more often than not, they're simply players."

Phoebe blushed, a blend of nerves and curiosity bubbling within her. "Why should I share what I want with you?"

"Because if you do, I can fulfill your wishes," Cole explained anxiously.

Phoebe's nervousness intensified, prompting her to ask once more, "But why do you want to do that for me?"

Cole hesitated, his gaze intensifying as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "Be-because... I..."

The words "I like you" stayed lodged in Cole's throat, impossible to voice. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, apprehensive of the potential for rejection.

Cole found himself in uncharted territory. He had never felt this way about anyone before, never pursued a woman, and lacked experience in handling such emotions.

Nervously, Cole rose to his feet, his eyes darting around the room as he wrestled with his inner turmoil.

Unbeknownst to Cole, Phoebe eagerly awaited his words, hoping for a declaration of his feelings.

Despite her anticipation, Cole struggled to muster the courage to speak up. Instead, his focus shifted to Nathan, who stood lost in thought outside the door, leaning against the opposite wall.

"Isn't that General Morrison?" Cole remarked as he stood and headed toward the door. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Glancing outside, Phoebe indeed spotted Nathan leaning against the wall.

Cole stepped out and approached Nathan. "General Morrison, you're here too. Why don't you come in?"

Nathan lifted his gaze, offering a faint smile. "I'll join you once you're done confessing your feelings."

Cole awkwardly scratched the back of his head, feeling his ears flush with embarrassment. "I-I haven't... confessed anything."

Wearing a gentle smile, Nathan stepped into the ward.

Though she harbored some resentment toward Nathan, Phoebe greeted him politely, "Hello, Mr. Morrison."

Nathan walked over to the foot of the bed and rested his hands on the railings. "How are you holding up? Did you sustain any major injuries?"

Phoebe responded calmly, "Thankfully, I didn't injure any vital organs, so it's not too serious."

Nathan's expression grew serious. "Please, tell me about what transpired that night."

Phoebe proceeded to narrate the events of that evening to Nathan.

Cole listened intently, his expression filled with concern as he focused on Phoebe.

Meanwhile, Nathan absorbed the details, lost in contemplation.

Intrigued, Phoebe inquired, "Mr. Morrison, could Oliver be the one targeting Mila?"

Nathan's response was firm and decisive, "No, it's highly unlikely. Oliver is the least probable suspect."

Perplexed, Connor interjected, "But why is he considered unlikely? Oliver, that deranged lunatic, even orchestrated the bombing that killed Madam Hoffis. What wouldn't he be capable of?"

Phoebe nodded in agreement, echoing Cole's sentiment, "I agree with Cole. It must be Oliver."

Nathan analyzed the situation with

rational perspective, stating,

"Although Oliver's murder of Madam Hoffis may seem like a

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demonstration of power against Mila it's more likely motivated by

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Phoebe and Cole exchanged a surprised glance, taken aback by the unexpected revelation.

Nathan sighed softly, adding, "If

Oliver had intended to kill Mila, he had countless opportunities to do so in the past. However, he never once considered taking her life. On the contrary, he has repeatedly stepped in to rescue her."

"It seems like he also cares deeply for Mila," Nathan continued, his voice tinged with sadness as he emphasized the word "also".

Phoebe's inquiry cut through the tension. "Then who could it be?"

Nathan expressed his frustration with a sigh, running his fingers

through his short hair. "Considering Fenna's sudden abduction and her

effort to signal her where to

me, it's evident that it was a diversionary tactic; their actual target is Mila."

Phoebe let out a disdainful snort, casting a contemptuous glance at the ceiling before arrogantly biting into her apple.