The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 446

Cole readily agreed, "Sure."

Right after Mila exited the ward, Phoebe and Cole found themselves enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere as they exchanged awkward glances.

Cole hastily searched for a topic to break the silence. "Would you like some fruit? Let me slice an apple for you."

Phoebe nodded, saying, "Thank you."

Cole felt a sudden stiffness, his movements becoming clumsy and uncoordinated. He wandered inside the ward, scanning the surroundings until he realized the apple was right before him.

Frantically, he searched for a knife, circling until he spotted it beside the fruits. His fumbling actions brought a smile to Phoebe's lips.

Three days later, Phoebe had made a full recovery. On the day of her discharge, Cole arrived to pick them up.

Seated in Cole's car, Mila inquired, "Cole, is Nate in Phoenicia?"

"He is," Cole responded.

"Is he busy?" Mila probed.

"He's quite busy," Cole responded honestly. He pondered, "When is Mr. Morrison ever not busy?"

"That's alright. It won't take up too much of his time anyway."

Curious, Cole asked, "Ms. Hoffis, do you have something to discuss with him?"

Mila instructed, "Cole, take me to Sudvilla, and then drop Phoebe off at Hoffis Manor."

"Alright."

Phoebe, feeling dubious, questioned, "Mila, why are you going to Sudvilla?"

Mila leaned close to Phoebe's ear, whispering while covering her mouth with her hand, "To steal something."

Phoebe's eyes widened in shock, finding it difficult to believe what she had just heard. "What are you planning to steal?" she asked in a hushed tone.

At that moment, a graceful figure emerged from the kitchen, carrying utensils.

As Nathan beheld her, his heart danced with a surge of warmth, flooding him with affection. He stood frozen in place.

Mila's smile radiated as she approached, her eyes brimming with tenderness. "Nate, you're back. I've made some bread pudding for you. Would you care for some?"

The scene before Nathan seemed surreal—a loving woman awaiting his return late at night. It felt both dreamlike and palpably real.

Setting down the utensils, Mila approached Nathan, taking his jacket and documents and arranging them on the nearby couch. Turning back to him, Mila met Nathan's gaze, her eyes reflecting clarity, her smile a balm to his soul.

"Why are you here?" Nathan inquired with curiosity.

But Mila sensed a subtle discord in his words. A pang of disappointment washed over her as she gently took Nathan's hand, leading him to the dining table and urging him to sit.

"Nate, please have some pumpkin soup. I made it especially for you," she urged.

Nathan remained composed as he repeated his question, "You still haven't told me why you're here."