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The Wrong Woman

Chapter 273
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Chapter 273

“Mila, wait for me!” Phoebe’s panicked voice echoed from behind. She panted as she caught up to Mila. Placing her hands on her waist, she lowered her head and breathed heavily.

By then, Lucas had caught up to the two women.

Mila looked at Nathan hesitantly. Under the gaze of everyone around, she struggled to express her helpless and guilty feelings.

She didn’t want to hurt Nathan, but she was well aware that she couldn’t offer him what he wanted. The best she could do was to apologize to him.

Nathan briefly glanced at Phoebe and asked Mila, “Mila? Do you have another name?”

Mila was slightly taken aback. She quickly recalled her previous

career and nervously explained, “I published a book once. Mila was my pen name.”

Was she a published author before? Well, she was surely an all- rounder.

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Fixing a passionate gaze on Mila, Nathan finally remarked, “You haven’t changed at all. You’ve been an outstanding person since young.”

With that, he entered the car without any longing.

Lucas and Cole took the driver and the front passenger seat respectively and left.

Staring at the car that drove away, Mila wallowed in deep sadness. Her eyes brimmed with tears.

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Phoebe, having finally caught her breath, inched closer and whispered in Mila’s ear, “Mila, are you in love with him or what? He’s Nathan Morrison from the Norvanian military and a Defense General.”

Mila exhaled softly. Masking her real feelings, she denied, “I don’t love

him.”

“That’s good to hear. You almost gavea scare.” Phoebe patted herself on the chest. “What would we do if you fell for him?”

“Let’s go.” Mila marched away with tears in her eyes.

A car cruised down the wide street. Summer had begun, but the interior of the car felt cold. A tense air hung in the enclosed space.

Eyes closed, Nathan rested against his seat with a soulless expression. Meanwhile, the disgruntled Lucas complained irritatedly to Cole while driving, “I feel really angry for Mr. Morrison!

“He risked his life and sneaked into Muzat to save her. Every tshe was in trouble, Mr. Morrison would put aside his work to take care of

her.

“But how did she repay his kindness? After she regained her memories, she immediately dumped him. She’s crossed a line!”

Cole patted Lucas on the shoulder. He comforted his colleague in a whisper, “Alright now. That’s enough, Let Mr. Morrison rest.”

Lucas felt bad for Nathan when he saw the exhaustion on Nathan’s face through the rearview mirror. Nathan had stayed by Mila’s side for seven days and seven nights, not moving an inch even though his

work had been piling up.

After Mila woke up from the coma, Nathan spent three days catching up with work before rushing back to the hospital to take her home.

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Nathan hadn’t had a good rest for days. Even his healthy and strong. body had run out of stamina.

Lucas tightened his grip on the steering wheel and hissed, “I don’t understand. Mr. Morrison could have forced her to stay; he had many ways to do so.”

Cole cut him off. “Happiness cannot be forced. If you truly love

someone, you’d refrain from forcing anything on her. You’ll wish her the best, not forcing her to stay by your side. At least, Mr. Morrison isn’t that type of guy.”

Lucas scoffed unhappily and turned away to stare out of the window. Silence once again enveloped the space.

They arrived at Sudvilla after half an hour’s drive. Cole turned around

and informed Nathan, “Mr. Morrison, we’ve arrived.”

Lucas turned around and called out, “Mr. Morrison…”

Nathan shook his head. He placed his fingers on his temples and slowly opened his bloodshot eyes. As he tried to absorb the view in front of him, he asked, “Where?”

“We’re at Sudvilla.” Feeling sorry for Nathan, Cole advised him softly,” Mr. Morrison, have a good rest at home. You can’t carry on like this.”

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