The Wrong Woman

Nathan sat down on the lounge sofa, while Mila dragged a chair to sit in front of him with a glass coffee table separating them.

They fixed their gaze on each other. Even the most passionate gaze from the man was overshadowed by Mila's composed demeanor. It created a sense of distance and detachment.

Nathan leaned against the sofa. He gently asked, "When did you return to Norvania?"

Mila was stunned. She asked back, "Aren't you here to discuss my family matters?"

Nathan asked with an annoyed tone, "So, with our current relationship, I can't even send my regards to you?"

Mila lowered her head. She lightly fiddled with the buttons on her coat as she remained silent.

Nathan had a heartache by looking at her subdued demeanor. Yet, he didn't want to distress her further, so he changed the subject.

"After Avery took over your grandfather's businesses, they haven't depleted. In fact, under her management, their market value has increased by over 50 billion dollars.

"Over the past six months, she's been gradually transferring the businesses and assets overseas. Although most of the businesses have been transferred abroad, the assets are still under Avery's name. "Once your grandfather returns safely, these assets will transfer back under his name. In terms of assets, it's currently within a manageable scope.

“For the past six months, Oliver has vanished without a trace, so there hasn't been a single word about your family's whereabouts."

After speaking, Nathan silently looked at Mila as he awaited her reaction.

Mila still kept her head lowered. Her face became gloomy, and the buttons on her coat almost loosened due to her fiddling.

Nathan was uncertain about her thoughts, so he felt a bit anxious. “I've been investigating—" Nathan's words were suddenly cut off by Mila.

She answered his previous question, "I've been back for a week." Nathan was stunned for a moment.

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He was happy because she finally agreed to talk about her personal matters.

But he was sad because she had been back for a week, but didn't contact him once.

Although Mila felt heavy-hearted, she pretended to be calm. She looked up at Nathan and forced a seemingly indifferent smile to conceal her grievances and discomfort.

She teased with a semi-joking tone, "It was my mistake to use such despicable tactics to defile you and then disappear. I hope General Morrison won't hold a grudge—"

Nathan frowned as he interrupted with a more serious tone, "Defile?" Mila felt bitter in her heart. While she pretended to be calm, she smiled and nodded.

Nathan's face became even more gloomy. He snorted, "If I didn't want it, would you be able to force me?"

Mila replied, "You obviously didn't want it."

Nathan quickly explained, "That is because..." he stopped midway through speaking. He felt that explanations were pointless. He then wore a faint smile.

Watching him hesitate to speak, Mila's heart felt heavy.

She wanted to be free and easy, not bother about matters between Nathan and Fenna, but she couldn't get past this mental barrier because she cared too much.

She returned with her child in pursuit of happiness because she wanted to give her child a complete family.

Mila hesitated for a moment. She casually asked, "I heard you and Fenna are together, is that true?"

Nathan furrowed his brows. He asked, "Who told you that?"

Mila replied casually, "People who know you say so. Staff at the camp even call her “Madam Morrison’ in private."

Nathan's face turned pale. He remained silent.

To Mila, his silence was deafening.

Did his silence mean he acknowledged it?

She didn't want to ask anymore as she felt heartbroken. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. She pretended to be strong and forced a smile.

She said, "You two seem suitable together."

Nathan's face remained stern. He scolded with a serious tone, “In your mind, I seem suitable with anyone except you, right?"

Mila was shocked by his anger. She asked, "Why... are you angry?" Nathan was very unhappy. He replied, "I've known Fenna for ten years. If I were interested in her, our child would be in elementary school by now."

Mila was slightly stunned.

Nathan raised his hand and glanced at his watch. His gaze was deep and solemn.

After that, he looked back at Mila. He angrily declared with utmost seriousness, "I have only ever liked one woman, from the past to the present. It will not change in the future.”