The Wrong Woman

After dinner, the family gathered in the living room, nibbling on fruit and chatting.

Cole entered the house hand in hand with Phoebe.

When Michaela spotted them, she welcomed them warmly. "Cole, Phoebe, come join us and grab some fruit."

Cole nodded politely and exchanged greetings with everyone before standing respectfully beside Nathan. His cheeks flushed slightly as he shyly said, "General Morrison, I need to talk to you about something.' Nathan motioned toward the empty couch across from him. "Take a seat and let's talk."

Cole held Phoebe's hand as they settled onto the couch facing Nathan.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Mila smiled as she watched Phoebe's shy demeanor, sensing that something wonderful was about to unfold. Anticipation filled her.

Cole cleared his throat nervously before saying, "General Morrison, Mrs. Morrison, we would like..."

Phoebe glanced at him bashfully, silently encouraging him to speak his mind.

All eyes in the room were fixed on him, awaiting his words.

Cole stuttered, "W-We would like... We would like..."

His ears turned crimson, and his neck flushed, hinting at his growing embarrassment.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, Phoebe took charge. "We would like to have the wedding before Project 905 begins."

As soon as the words escaped her lips, Mila couldn't contain her excitement. She clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. She was deeply moved and elated. Michaela clapped and cheered, "Amazing! This calls for a big celebration!"

With big smiles, Zach and Tristan joined in, saying, "Congrats to both of you!"

Cole grinned, his face glowing with excitement as he glanced at Nathan.

"Why are you staring at me? You're not marrying me. You don't need my approval," Nathan joked.

"Thanks, General Morrison." Cole couldn't help but laugh.

Nathan looked at them with envy, wishing he could also plan his wedding with Mila alongside Cole and Phoebe, feeling a bit insecure otherwise.

"Will you invite us?" Nathan asked.

"Absolutely," Cole replied eagerly.

"Where's the wedding going to be, and what's it going to be like?" Mila asked with interest.

Phoebe beamed. "It's happening in

Cole's hometown, with a traditional Norvanian ceremony. There'll be

drumming and traditionalne

Cole and I will be dressed in Norvanian wedding clothes. It's going to be quite the celebration!"

Nathan asked, "Cole, have you sorted out a place to live together? Do you need any—"

Cole cut him off, "It's fine, General Morrison. I've already secured a place for Phoebe and me in the city center. And it's all paid for."

Nathan grinned knowingly, feeling happy for them.

Mila looked at Phoebe, her eyes shining with tears of happiness.

Phoebe's life in Sunterland had been tough from the start. Left by her parents when she was young, she spent her upbringing in an orphanage.

While education was lacking, Phoebe did acquire remarkable combat abilities. Yet, in a society that didn't value such skills in a woman, she encountered rejection at every turn, struggling to secure a job and a stable life. She always felt adrift without a true home. Content

Yet, upon meeting Mila, everything changed for Phoebe. She declared that anywhere Mila was, felt like home to her.

At last, Phoebe found a place to call her own. With a loving and devoted husband by her side, she blossomed from the neglected and lonely soul she once was.

Now, she had a sense of belonging and was no longer defined by the hardships of her past.

As tears streamed down Mila's cheeks, she instinctively lowered her head to wipe them away.

Nathan wrapped his arms around her gently, his voice tender as he asked, "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Seeing Mila cry, Phoebe couldn't help but shed tears herself. She nervously said, "Mila, if me getting married so soon is bothering you, I can call it off."

Cole looked visibly distressed, his face pale as he anxiously shifted his gaze between Mila and Phoebe.

Mila laughed through her tears. She wiped them away and said, "Why would you even think that? These are tears of joy, not sorrow."