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The Wrong Woman

Chapter 315
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Chapter 315

Though Fenna held sdissatisfaction toward her, it was nothing compared to Sally’s malice. There were no past conflicts between them. It wouldn’t sit well with Mila to deny Fenna’s simple request.

“Of course, hop in,” Mila warmly replied.

Phoebe popped the trunk open, allowing Fenna to stow her luggage before joining them in the car. “Nate, what a surprise! I didn’t realize you were here too,” Fenna greeted Nathan with familiarity.

Nathan responded indifferently, “Yeah.”

The car sped along the road after leaving the military base. The sky was a brilliant blue adorned with fluffy white clouds. Vast grasslands stretched endlessly on both sides of the road, interspersed with rolling hills, painting a picturesque landscape.

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Mila couldn’t help but admire the beauty of the sky and landscape, though a tinge of melancholy lingered in her mood.

In the back seat, Fenna engaged in continuous conversation, spanning from topics of national affairs to mundane matters, from failed experiments to post–disaster relief efforts. Nathan interjected sporadically, offering brief responses.

“I never expected Ms. York to possess such remarkable abilities.” Fenna suddenly remarked in curiosity, “What was your previous profession?”

Mila hesitated briefly before replying, “I don’t have much work experience. I studied chemistry at university, so I have sbasic knowledge.”

Fenna said, “Someone capable of creating machines and producing Azurium independently. possesses skills far beyond mere knowledge. The scientists at the base hold you in high regard. You’ve been the hot topic these past few days.”

Mila pursed her lips and offered a faint smile, choosing not to respond. Seeing she wasn’t making any headway, Fenna changed the subject.

“Nate.” Her tone softened as she continued, “Do you remember when we took part in the field training exercise a few years back? I injured my foot and couldn’t walk. You refused to leavebehind and carriedfor a full 12 miles. Even when the mission failed, you stood by me.”

Nathan frowned. Regardless of who that person was, he would have acted the same. He had no clue why Fenna brought this up.

“Why mention that?” he asked, puzzled.

Those words reverberated in Mila’s ears, leaving a bitter taste in her heart. Something about it

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didn’t sit right with her.

Although she knew she had no grounds for jealousy, her heart refused to obey. The tumultuous emotions were beyond her control.

Leaning leisurely in her seat, Fenna directed a tender gaze toward Nathan. Her voice resonated with emotion as she said, “Since then, I made a vow never to forsake you. In this lifetime, through any hardship, I’ll be by your side and support you.”

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“It’s unnecessary,” Nathan responded calmly, his demeanor undisturbed.

Phoebe, who was driving, pursed her lips in annoyance and muttered under her breath. She felt thoroughly disgusted by Fenna’s behavior.

Fenna glanced at Mila’s back. Though she couldn’t discern her expression, a sense of self- satisfaction enveloped her nonetheless.

“Nate, it feels like an eternity since our last barbecue. I’ve been yearning for your roasted eggplant and lamb skewers. Let’s gather at my place for a feast after everything’s settled,” Fenna proposed eagerly.

“Okay,” Nathan replied, slowly closing his eyes.

With a radiant smile, Fenna leaned forward with enthusiasm. “Ms. York, join us if you’re free.

Mila took a deep breath, her fingers tightening around the seat’s edge, so close to losing her composure. Calmly, she replied, “Thanks for the invite, but I think I might be busy and won’t have the tto join.”

“Such a pity.” Fenna sighed, “Although Nate seldom cooks, he’s actually quite talented. His barbecue is a delight. It could rival professional chefs.”

“I see.” Mila managed a stiff smile, her nails nearly leaving imprints on the edge of her seat.