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Chapter 531

Phoebe tried putting herself in Mila's shoes and she already felt infuriated.

It was not surprising that Mila felt bottled up inside.

"Mila, you should tell Mr. Morrison to kick Fenna out," Phoebe said with frustration.

"Every time I see Fenna, I feel disgusted. You must feel even worse than me."

After she was done deleting the footage, Mila turned off her tablet and leaned back in her seat. She said calmly, "I don't feel uncomfortable." Because she didn't care anymore. She had expressed her dislike for Fenna to Nathan more than once. She had let him know that she didn't want Fenna around and interfere with their relationship.

But Nathan didn't think Fenna could affect the relationship between him and Mila, so he didn't take it seriously.

Maybe because Fenna was arranged by Donald to work with him. Maybe because of their long friendship, or maybe because Fenna was Cameron's sister. Nathan was biased and protective to some extent.

On the day she was targeted for assassination, she had a sense of impending doom. She begged him to stay at home with her and send Cole to rescue Fenna. But he was worried about Fenna's safety, so he went anyway.

That wasn't the worst part for her.

The worst part was when she was in her most dangerous and helpless moment. She thought of him, so she called him for help.

The first time, he didn't answer.

The second time, his phone was off.

At that moment, she felt despair, unlike anything she had ever experienced. She also realized that a woman should never rely on a man for the rest of her life.

Her son almost lost his life in that perilous situation.

From then on, she was determined to make herself strong. She wouldn't rely on anyone, but only herself.

Half an hour later, a vehicle parked at the Morrison Residence.

Just as Mila stepped out of the passenger seat, she noticed there were several vehicles from the military base nearby. There was also a group of soldiers seemingly ready to head out. Seeing Mila from a distance, they looked relieved.

Their expression seemed to say, "Madam is finally back safe."

Fenna was among them.

When Cole saw Phoebe, he rushed over with agitation. He asked quietly, "Where have you been? Why did you ditch us? What are you up to? Are you trying to scare me to death?" Phoebe was puzzled. She said, "Dude, who do you think I am? Why are you being so harsh on me?"

Cole was nervous as he replied, "I'm not being harsh. I'm just worried about you."

Phoebe put on a faint smile and then turned to look at Mila.

Mila walked toward the house while holding the tablet.

Fenna angrily stormed up to Mila and blocked her path. She looked very annoyed as she exclaimed, "Do you know that your reckless actions have made Nate drop everything to look for you?

"Missy, can't you be more mature? Nate is exhausted, and you—"

Mila's gaze turned cold. She interrupted sharply, "Shut up."

Fenna was taken aback. She was overwhelmed by Mila's sudden coldness.

Mila assumed the dignified demeanor of "Mrs. Morrison" and her voice firm with authority as she m questioned, "Who gave a lowly assistant like you the right to confront me? Who do you think you are? What credentials do you have to question me?" Fenna's face turned pale as she was humiliated on the spot. She dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Cole and the other soldiers were stunned by Mila's imposing manner, so they looked at her in surprise. They were speechless and unable to react. Mila ignored Fenna and then brushed past her. She walked straight toward the gate.

At that moment, Nathan searched the rooms upstairs but couldn't find Mila, so he hurriedly came out. He looked very anxious and worried.

In that moment of seeing Mila, the lingering anxiety that had been m hanging over him finally dissipated. His worries instantly eased as he saw her, and he felt a sense of relief. Mila just glanced at him, then quickly looked away.

She walked past him with a cold expression.

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Nathan's breath remained heavy as he grasped Mila's arm before turning to face her. His gaze was deep and he said softly, "Wanda, can we talk?" Mila stared straight ahead. She said sarcastically with an indifferent tone, "You're swamped with work, and I won't waste your time or disturb you. "So your devoted little assistant won't think that I, as a capricious and whimsical lady, am hindering you from attending to your important matters." He took a deep breath and suppressed the dull ache in his heart. He said, word by word, "We're married, do you have to treat me like this?"

Mila replied, "I didn't lose my memory, so there's no need for you to remind me."

The use of "you" in her response seemed respectful, but it was obvious to put a distance between them.

Nathan's eyes slightly reddened when he gazed at her indifferent expression. He felt his heart was being torn apart. This painful sensation had tortured him for over a month.

For the past month, they lived under the same roof. But Mila had avoided him and not answered his calls or replied to his messages. Even when forced to face her, her attitude was colder than winter frost. Nathan refused to let go of her hand.

They remained at an impasse.

Fenna rushed over and said gently, "Nate, since she's okay now, let's go. There's a lot of work for you to handle."

Nathan ignored her.

Mila said indifferently, "Let go, I'm busy too. I don't have time to waste with you."

Nathan's expression became gloomy.

Without a word, he grabbed Mila's hand and walked into the house.

"Nate!" Fenna called out as she took a few steps forward. Although she looked displeased, she didn't have the authority to continue pursuing.

Mila felt Nathan's grip was too hard, causing her hand to ache slightly.

He walked at a fast pace. He forcefully pulled her upstairs and then into the master bedroom.

There was a loud bang as the door was slammed shut.

The loud noise filled with all his discontent. Mila was startled and her heart skipped a beat.

He pulled Mila to the edge of the bed and then pressed her shoulders down to sit.

Turning around, he sat on the edge of the coffee table in the room.

He leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs and hands supporting his forehead. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He was enveloped in an inexplicable sadness and loneliness.

Although they were separated by 6.7 feet, Mila could feel the pressure emanating from him. The whole room felt as cold as ice.

For a few moments after entering the room, neither of them spoke. The oppressive silence made it hard for them to breathe.

Mila couldn't stand it anymore, so she broke the silence. "Since there's nothing to say, "

Nathan interrupted her words with a heavy and hoarse voice, "Actually, you've been lying to me from the beginning, you never loved me, did you?"

Mila remained silent.

Nathan kept his head lowered because he dared not look at heret indifferent expression. He murmured bitterly, "It's my fault. I didn't protect you and the child.

"I promised to be by your side to witness the birth of our child, but I broke my promise and was absent.

"I was wrong. You can hate me, hit me, scold me, even make me kneeh down to confess my mistakes to you, Nathan said as he slow raised his head to look at her.

His eyes were reddened and moist.

He looked sad and his voice was getting heavier as he continued, "But you didn't you don't even want to say a word to me. Instead, you chose the cruelest and most terrifying way to treat me." Nathan choked up as he said, word by word, "Wanda, you sure know how to torture me."

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Mila remained indifferent, silent as ever.

Nathan didn't speak further and just gazed deeply at her. His eyes filled with sorrow, feeling as though his soul had been hollowed out.

As they exchanged glances, everything had changed.

He couldn't discern any warmth in Mila's eyes.

However, Mila's heart wasn't calm either.

She was just suppressing some unnecessary emotions. She said calmly, "Is that all? I'm really busy, so I'll leave first."

Mila stood up and turned to walk toward the door.

Nathan rushed over to grab her arm. He asked angrily, "Why are you treating me like this?"

Mila turned around to look at him. She coldly said, "I don't love you anymore. Are you satisfied with my answer?"

The words "I don't love you anymore" were like sharp knives, piercing Nathan's heart. He was in so much pain that his eyes reddened instantly.

His face gradually became gloomy and his eyes filled with sadness. He forced a stiff smile, and pretended to be calm as he asked, "Why did you come back? Why did you bear my child? Why did you marry me? Why?"

Each question he asked was filled with endless pain. His voice grew weaker as he asked.

Mila felt his voice was slightly trembling and the emotions buried deep within her heart were stirred up.

Despite not wanting to love anymore, she still felt the heartache.

This damned heart. She tried to suppress it but it was so difficult.

The more affected Mila was, the less she wanted to reveal her emotions.

Her heart ached and her eyes moistened. The more uncomfortable she felt, the more she wanted to conceal it. She said incoherently, "I regret it now. If you can't stand my attitude, think I'm torturing you, then let's get divorced."

Nathan sneered then let go of her hand. He took a step back and turned around. He lowered his head and covered his eyes with both hands.

His broad back appeared desolate.

He endured the tears as he secretly wiped them away. He composed himself and took a deep breath to control his emotions.

Then, he turned back to face Mila. His gaze was red and moist as his stern attitude became firm.

He said clearly, "Wanda, I'm at your mercy. I accept it, and I'll live in pain like this.

"I don't you're you love me or not. If endure iterent or heartless, I But if you want ac I die or you forgen volet it's either it."

Mila felt an inexplicable heaviness in her heart. She unconsciously clenched her fists.

She didn't want to ruin the long-awaited marriage like this. Their child had just been born, and she didn't want to raise the child as a single parent.

But she couldn't stand the presence of a homewrecker in the marriage.

Even if this homewrecker wasn't openly destroying their marriage, her existence was still a problem.

If he couldn't resolve this problem, then she would end the relationship between them.

As long as she wasn't emotionally hurt, the result would be the same.

"Whatever." Mila pretended to be indifferent as she said coldly, "There's one more thing I need you to help with."

Nathan was stunned. This was the first time Mila had asked him for help these days. He felt a bit excited, so he asked, "What is it?"

"I've reset the password for Sudvilla. Could you please go back and stay there?" Mila said indifferently as she hid her discomfort. She just wanted to drive Fenna away. After all, out of sight, out of mind.

As long as Nathan left, Fenna would leave too.

Once again, Nathan smiled in disappointment. His bitter smile m made him look worse than crying. He was furious. He was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes.

He just couldn't understand.

It was true that when a woman stopped loving, she could be so heartless.

Nathan's face turned pale. He was so heartbroken that the pain turned into angen He said as he was furious, "Wanda, from now

"I am the husband you chose. Regardless of your regrets, your pain, you must bear with me."

After Nathan uttered those harsh words, he walked past Mila and then exited the room.

There was a loud bang as the door closed.

Although Mila was mentally prepared, she was still shocked by Nathan's behavior.

This was the first time she had seen Nathan so domineering and furious.

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Perhaps, this was Nathan's true nature. He had always presented a positive image in front of Mila to suppress his original temperament. She was no match for Nathan at all.

Mila felt helpless at that moment.

Nathan strode out of the house.

Seeing him coming out, Fenna rushed over. She walked alongside him as she asked, "Nate, you looked pale. Are you okay?"

Nathan paid no heed to anyone, including Fenna's concern.

Noticing Nathan's pale face and reddened eyes, Cole rushed over. He anxiously opened the car door for him.

Just before Nathan got into the car, his gaze fell on Phoebe.

Nathan commanded coldly, "Bring Phoebe along."

Cole was puzzled but didn't dare to ask further. He just nervously looked at Phoebe.

Fenna was unhappy as she asked, "Why are you taking Phoebe with us? She is just Wanda's assistant. She had nothing to do with our work."

Before Fenna could finish speaking, Nathan had already gotten into the car and shut the door.

Cole walked over and muttered a few words to Phoebe.

Not wanting to trouble Cole, Phoebe walked over. She got into the back seat with Nathan.

Cole drove, with Fenna in the passenger seat.

The vehicle started and drove off.

Phoebe felt a powerful chill emanating from Nathan. The entire atmosphere felt like entering an ice house, creating a suffocating sense of oppression. She gulped. She asked nervously, "Mr. Morrison, where are you taking me."

Nathan leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes to rest.

He asked in a gentle tone, "Where did you guys go after shaking off my men? What did you do?"

Phoebe was stunned. She nervously forced a smile and said, "Mr. Morrison, we just went out for a casual stroll. We didn't go anywhere actually."

Nathan warned coldly, "I don't want to ask a second time. Say it."

Phoebe looked at Cole bewildered as she was unsure of what to do.

Cole continued to drive the car but still managed to nod back at her. He urged her to speak quickly.

Phoebe then looked at Fenna in the front passenger seat. She wanted to say something but decided not to.

She said unpleasantly, "I won't say anything. I am Mila's assistant, so I won't betray her."

Nathan said indifferently, "Cole, send her back to Sunderland. Report to the immigration bureau to put her on the blacklist and never let hepenter Norvania again."

Cole and Phoebe panicked.

Cole immediately turned the steering wheel and stopped the car by the roadside.

He turned to Phoebe and then anxiously pleaded, "Phoebe, you better tell him. Mr. Morrison would never harm Madam."

Phoebe was at a loss.

In Mila's eyes, Nathan might have been a righteous and caring man. But in the eyes of others, he was authoritative, domineering, a cold and unapproachable man. Fenna sarcastically remarked, "I guess they went to do something illegal that couldn't be spoken about." Phoebe had no intention of speaking up, but Fenna's words provoked her to have the urge to do so.

Phoebe said, "If Mr. Morrison wants to know, then please ask your twon assistants to get out of the car." Cole was taken aback. He pointed at himself and asked, "Am I not allowed to listen?" Phoebe didn't look at him. She just gazed firmly at Nathan's cold expression.

Nathan said without hesitation, "Get out and wait."

Cole and Fenna exchanged a glance but said nothing. They opened the doors and got out. They walked a short distance and stood waiting.

Phoebe leaned toward Nathan. She whispered softly, "Mr. Morrison, we went to Dreamshift Beauty Salon.

"Mila infiltrated their surveillance room and installed a Trojan virus to steal the previous surveillance om footage/ She wanted to investigate Fenna." Nathan frowned as he stared at Phoebe in confusion. He asked, "She also knows how to infiltrate computer systems?" Phoebe said proudly, "As expected, you still know too little about Mila. She was one of the engineers behind Sunterland's most advanced military aircraft projects. Did you think she was only capable of designing military blueprints?

"Her computer programming skills were mostly used for legitimate m purposes such as aircraft catapult and military aircraft data. She rarely used them to infiltrate other networks, but this time was an exception." vel Nathan was puzzled and confused as he looked at Phoebe. He asked, "Why did she want to investigate Fenna?"

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Phoebe was shocked. She was speechless as she stared at Nathan.

Nathan looked confused. He asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Phoebe sneered. She replied quietly, "No wonder Mila doesn't love you anymore. You're really not worth her love."

"Explain why," Nathan said with a cold expression.

Phoebe was intimidated by his sternness and nervously gulped. She pretended to be relaxed as she teased, "Mr. Morrison, you're defending the other woman like this, no wonder Mila doesn't trust you.

"She wants to find out the truth herself. She wants to avenge her prematurely born son and me, who got shot."

Nathan unhappily responded, "Fenna is not the other woman. She and I have a purely professional relationship."

Phoebe sneered. She sarcastically said, "Huh, which man having an affair would admit to having another woman? I'm not your wife so you don't have to explain to me.

"Anyway, between Mila and Fenna, you chose Fenna. Mila is outstanding; she doesn't really need to be with you. If she feels it's not worth it, she naturally won't love you anymore."

Nathan slowly clenched his fists. His face turned pale, his chest felt heavy and uncomfortable. He learned of Mila's attitude from Phoebe's words.

Was that why she was leaving Nathan in the cold?

Nathan closed his eyes as he recalled all the pain he suffered. He leaned back in his seat then tightly gripped his knees and applied gradual force. He urged, "Go on." Phoebe was puzzled. She asked, "Go on with what?"

Nathan responded gently, "Whatever you say, I won't blame you. Let out all your grievances, anger, and everything you know."

"Why don't you ask Mila?"

"She doesn't even want to look at me anymore, let alone talk to me."

Phoebe sneered and gloated, "You deserve it."

Nathan pursed his lips as he endured the pain.

Phoebe let out a sigh before leaning back in her seat. She squinted at Fenna who stood outside. She really took up the cudgel for Mila.

She vented her dissatisfaction, "Mr. Morrison, you're someone who knows to enjoy the bliss of a harmonious harem. You married et such an outstanding wife like Mila and still aren't satisfied. You still want a home- loving mistress.

"Which woman can tolerate having a mistress openly spending time with her husband every day, freely entering her home, organizing her husband's room and personal belongings, and arrogantly criticizing her for not being homely enough?

"Which woman can bear being told by the other woman that she doesn't know how to cook, doesn't do household chores, doesn't knowet.

how to take care of people, and is deemed not good enough for her husband?

"Which woman can tolerate not being able to reach her husband's phone in times of crises, while her husband is out saving the mistress?

"All the disappointments accumulate over time and explode at a certain point. Mr. Morrison, you're not innocent."

Nathan's complexion became even worse.

He frowned. The veins of the back of his hand bulged as he gripped his knees tightly. He said in a low voice, "Chubs never told me any of this." "Did Mila ever tell you she didn't like Fenna? Did she ever tell you to transfer Fenna?" Nathan fell silent. He was unable to utter a word due to the pain.

Phoebe sarcastically continued, "You firmly believed in your feelings, thinking Fenna wouldn't affect your relationship and marriage.

"Now it seems she has affected it thoroughly enough, hasn't she? Mr. Morrison, what do you think?"

Nathan still remained silent. He slowly bent over and clutched his forehead in his hands. He was very heartbroken.

"Mila isn't the kind of woman who backbites or gossips. She didn't tel you about Ferma's harm to her because she wanted to leave some space for your friendship.

"But she clearly told you to keep your distance from her. Your inability to do so proves that Fenna is more important to you than Mila."

Nathan couldn't say a word. He had never thought about these things before, nor did he know that Mila harbored so much grievance.

"Now, Mila won't be going back to Sudvilla, nor will she work at the military base anymore," Phoebe said earnestly.

"She has submitted a report to Mr.

President because she intends to establish a research laboratory inm Phoenicia or a nearby city. She's determined to leave you." Nathan's tone was low as he said, "Thank you, Phoebe. Get out of the car and let Cole escort you back."

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Phoebe noticed that Nathan's complexion wasn't too good, so she asked worriedly, "Mr. Morrison, are you okay?" Nathan replied, "I'm fine."

Phoebe observed him for a while. Since he claimed that he was fine, she got out of the car.

She walked over to Cole. She poked at Cole's muscular chest and said, "Mr. Morrison asked you to drop me home."

Cole covered the spot Phoebe had poked, looking so excited that his ears turned red.

He immediately handed the car keys to Fenna then happily grabbed Phoebe's wrist. He said, "Alright, I'll send you home."

Phoebe was shy, so she withdrew her hand.

Cole's gaze was intense. His mind was filled with Phoebe's adorable and charming image.

Fenna glanced at Cole. She sneered as she said, "Look at you, worthless."

Ignoring Fenna, Cole walked with Phoebe toward the car behind them. He ushered their colleagues out of the car and drove away with Phoebe.

Nathan was making a call in the car. His expression was cold and gloomy.

Fenna didn't dare to approach.

Nathan dialed Donald's private cell phone number directly.

"Transfer Fenna." Nathan got straight to the point.

Donald sighed, "General Morrison, why is this issue cropping up again? Didn't I explain last time? Fenna is my daughter's best friend, and she insists on working by your side. I can't do anything about it.

"If I were to transfer Fenna, I'm afraid of my daughter throwing a tantrum. You know I'm a father who dotes on his daughter and I'm afraid of my daughter."

Nathan showed no mercy. His attitude was firm as he responded, "I'm sorry, but I'm also a husband who dotes on his wife. Fenna's presence is affecting my marriage now. If you don't transfer her, then transfer me."

"You're a Defense General, where else can you be transferred to?"

Nathan was furious. He demanded in a stern tone, "Transfer me back home, or I will resign and run my own business."

"What are you talking about?" Donald immediately panicked."Stop joking like this, it's not appropriate."

"Am I someone who jokes around?" Nathan retorted.

Donald hurriedly reassured, "Okay, let me think of a solution. I'll handle this matter properly."

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"Okay... I'll take care of it."

"One more thing. Please decline my wife's application for the research institute."

"What's going on between you two?" Donald's curiosity was piqued.

"As you can see, because of a female assistant, everything has fallen apart. My home is no longer a home."

Donald sighed, "I understand, I'll handle this matter as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Nathan got out of the car.

Fenna hurriedly rushed over and asked, "Nate, whose call was that?"

Normally, Nathan would have casually answered her question.

Because she was a friend and also an assistant to him. He wouldn't

have taken it to heart. He also didn't have the time to care about Fenna's thoughts and motives.

But now, it seemed that Fenna had interfered with his personal life.

He didn't even realize that his clumsiness and slow-wittedness in the relationship had deeply hurt Mila.

Nathan reached his hands out to her and said, "Car keys."

Fenna handed him the keys. She was puzzled as she asked, "What do you need the car keys for?"

Taking the keys, Nathan's

expression remained cold. He said indifferently, "Call a taxi and go back to Morrison Residence. Pack up your things and go back to your own home."

Fenna looked bewildered. She asked, "Why?"

"You're on paid leave for a month. Someone will notify you when it's time to return to work."

"I don't want to go on leave."

Ignoring her, Nathan got into the car with a stern face. He started the car and then drove away.

Watching Nathan leave her alone on the roadside, Fenna stomped her feet in anger.

Suddenly, she thought of Phoebe, and her anger and frustration grew.

She gritted her teeth as she thought to herself, "Phoebe must have been stirring up trouble between me and Nathan!"

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It was late at night. There were no stars or moonlight in sight.

After finishing his work, Nathan returned to Morrison Residence, and it was already past 11:00 pm.

Although the house was brightly lit, everyone had gone back to their rooms to rest.

The empty house felt desolate.

Nathan was very exhausted as he went up the stairs.

Upon reaching his room, he pushed the door open and it was pitch black inside the room.

Turning on the light, he didn't see Mila in the empty room.

He took off his coat and casually hung it on the coat rack.

With a desolate mood, he walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Leaning over, he rested his head on his hands. He had been blaming himself all along.

For over a month, emptiness and discomfort had occupied half of his heart, while the other half was filled with endless longing for Mila.

Despite being husband and wife, living under the same roof, they felt like strangers to each other.

After pondering for a few seconds, he suddenly stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

15 minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, wearing simple and clean pajamas.

He went to Mila's room and knocked but there was no response. So, he opened the door and found she wasn't there. He then went to Phoebe's room and knocked on her door.

At that moment, Phoebe opened the door. She was confused as she asked, "Mr. Morrison, it's late, what do you need from me?"

"Is my wife in your room?" Nathan said the words "my wife" with a firm and assertive tone.

Phoebe's eyes flickered as she was slightly nervous. She replied, "She is, but Mila is already asleep. What do you need-"

Before Phoebe could finish her sentence, Nathan forcefully pushed the door wider and forced his way in.

Phoebe was flustered and wanted to stop him, but didn't know where to start. She asked, "Mr. Morrison, what are you doing? As I said, Mila is already asleep. "She doesn't want to see you, that was why she came to sleep here. Why did you barge in like this?"

Ignoring Phoebe's words, Nathan walked toward the bed.

Mila was awakened by the noises. As she opened her eyes, she was lifted by someone. She was so shocked that she clung tightly to the person's shoulders. When she saw the man's face clearly, she struggled to get down. She was annoyed as she demanded, "Nathan, what are you doing? Let me down!"

Since it was a matter between a husband and wife, Phoebe didn't intervene. She just stood by watching.

Nathan carried her out with large strides. He said, "Have you forgotten what I said at noon?"

No divorce, no separation, no separate rooms, and certainly no separate beds.

She hadn't forgotten, but she didn't agree with him.

Why should she?

"Let me go!" Mila said angrily as she clenched her fists tightly. She then hit his chest a few times.

For Nathan, those hits didn't hurt or bother him. He could genuinely feel her anger, not indifference, so he was somewhat happy.

Nathan carried her back to his

bedroom and then closed the doo

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the bed and gently put her on the bed.

As soon as Mila lay down, he pulled the blanket to cover her.

Mila pulled the blanket away and tried to get out of bed, but Nathan pressed her shoulder firmly.

His tone became heavier as he said, "If me being gentle doesn't work, I wouldn't mind using force."

Mila frowned. She said unhappily, "You're thinking of using force against me? Planning to hit me?" Nathan's gaze was gentle. He blurted out, "I can't bear to."

Mila ignored him.

Realizing there was no escape, she turned her back to Nathan and lay close to the edge of the bed. She pulled the blanket up to cover her entire body.

On the large bed, she slept close to the edge.

Nathan's deep and intense gaze lingered on her for a long time

before he finally lay down on the net

bed. Then, he pulled the blanket over himself and turned off the light.

The distance of an arm's length between them felt like an insurmountable gap.

His heart felt empty, while his body was restless like a flickering flame.

There was only silence in the dark room.

"Chubs, I'm sorry," Nathan apologized.

A low, hoarse whisper came from the man. Mila vaguely heard his apology.

During these days, it wasn't the first time Mila had heard Nathan apologize to her. Back then, she hadn't responded at all. And now, she intended to ignore him. What she wanted was never Nathan's apology.

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Mila remained motionless. She closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep. But the more she tried to sleep, the more awake she felt. Mila was unaware of how much time had passed. She succumbed to exhaustion and gradually drifted into sleep.

She lost track of how long she had been asleep when she felt a gentle hand turning her body.

A man's careful touch trailed from her neck, moving cautiously as if afraid to wake her up.

While Mila was still half asleep, she felt herself nestled in the curve of an arm. Her eyelids were too heavy, so she didn't want to wake up.

She snuggled into the warm embrace. She adjusted to a comfortable position and drifted back to sleep.

In her dream, she felt a familiar scent lingering around, with a warm breath brushing against her face. She embraced the warmth and slept soundly. The next morning, Mila woke up in Nathan's arms.

As she opened her eyes, she realized she was nestled against him. Half of her body was draped over him.

Their sleeping position was extremely intimate.

She had clearly slept with her back to him last night.

Why did she always move a lot in her sleep? She felt annoyed rather than greedy to bask in his warm embrace. She quickly got out of his embrace.

Nathan was awakened by Mila's movements. As he opened his eyes, he saw her walking toward the door. She opened the door and left.

Nathan sat up. He lowered his head and covered his face with both hands before letting out a deep sigh.

Mila went back to her room to freshen up. After she changed her clothes, she grabbed her bag before leaving.

As she walked, she sent a message to Phoebe, "Are you awake? I have something to do this morning. Join me."

Soon, Phoebe replied, "I just woke up. Wait a moment."

Mila replied, "Okay."

Walking downstairs, Mila saw Fenna, Duke, and Layla chatting in the living room.

Duke greeted Mila with a warm smile, "Chubs, good morning!"

Fenna and Layla's expressions became gloomy as they looked at Mila.

Ever since she resumed her identity as Wanda, any contempt against her as Suzanne in Morrison Residence had disappeared completely. Now, everyone treated her with endless affection.

Just like when she was a child, Gary

and Florence treated her like

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sister.

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Mila smiled politely in response to Duke's greeting. She replied, "Morning, Duke, Layla."

She ignored Fenna and didn't greet her.

Fenna also wore a stern expression.

Duke asked softly, "Why did you wake up so early today? Don't you want to sleep a little longer?"

Mila shook her head and replied, "No, I have something to do later."

Duke pointed at the dining room. He said, "Go and have breakfast. Mrs. Seals made your favorite oatmeal, shrimp rolls, and—"

Layla interrupted irritably, "Why are you so talkative? Did she ask you to list the dishes?"

Duke's face suddenly turned grim as he felt reprimanded. He glanced at Layla in fear though he felt annoyed.

Then, he smiled at Phoebe who came down. He pointed at the dining table, inviting her to join the breakfast.

Mila knew that Layla disliked her, so she didn't want to make things

difficult for Duke. She gave Dubl nee

warm smile before walking toward the dining table.

After the staff brought breakfast, Mila ate quietly.

Soon, the rest of the family members started to wake up and join them.

Taylor was the first to come downstairs.

"Chubs, good morning!" Taylor greeted Mila with his loud voice when he hadn't even finished walking down the stairs.

He completely ignored the three people in the living room and then headed straight to the dining table. His smile was gentle and bright.

The three people in the living room greeted him, but he seemed not to hear them. His gaze was fixed on Mila who was at the dining table.

Raising her head, Mila wore a sweet smile. She greeted, "Taylor, good morning."

Taylor sat down in front of Mila. He showed concern, "How's your recovery?"

Mila replied, "I'm recovering well."

Taylor

supplid "Wendy bought a lot of

supplements for you, such as honey,

bonera, propolis, and fish oil. She

t them for you to eat "

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Chapter 539

Mila's smile deepened as she said, "Thank you, Taylor. Pass my thanks to Wendy too."

"We're family, no need to thank us," Taylor said cheerfully.

Mila pursed her lips as she wore a faint smile. She lowered her head to continue eating her oatmeal.

Soon, another refreshing voice came, "Up so early today, Chubs."

Mila raised her head and saw Tobias walking down the stairs.

Tobias walked to the dining table and sat down. Mila politely greeted him.

The three of them chatted happily while having breakfast.

Duke's attention had long been on the dining room. He kept craning his neck to look toward the table.

Unable to resist any longer, he stood up.

Upon seeing this, Layla frowned. She was unhappy as she asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to have breakfast."

Layla's face darkened. She asked again, "Didn't you just eat?"

Walking out of the living room, Duke replied, "I didn't eat enough. I'll have a bit more."

Layla was irritated. She gritted her teeth and glared at Mila sitting at the table.

She complained in a low voice, "Ever since Wanda returned to Morrison Residence, these brothers have been like bees to honey, ants to candy, flies to dung, always flocking to her!" Fenna had witnessed this scene many times during the one month she stayed here.

She asked curiously, "Why do these siblings like her so much?"

Layla crossed her arms and legs. She leaned against the sofa with a cold expression. She said in a sour tone, "My husband explained that they are all childhood friends, so others can't understand.

"But my mother-in-law said that Wanda has been clever and adorable since she was a child. Since my mother-in-law doesn't have a daughter, her sons have always pampered Wanda as if she were their own sister."

Fenna sarcastically said, "Do men really want to marry their own sisters?"

Layla sensed the underlying

meaning in Fenna's words. She wore a faint smile and said, "Nate is ambitious and daring. She's the granddaughter of a billionaire.

"She is also charming, soft, and smart. Would there be any man who wouldn't be attracted to her?"

Fenna was stunned. She was slightly agitated as she asked, "So, does Daniel, who's not married yet, also like Wanda?"

Layla replied without hesitation, "He likes her. Dan is very fond of her."

Fenna was even more agitated. She leaned closer to Layla and asked, "Among these brothers, who does Wanda like the most?" Layla responded, "I heard from my husband that Wanda admires Dan the most. But as for who she likes the most, it's hard to say.

"It should be Nate, otherwise she wouldn't have married him and given birth to his son!"

"It's not necessarily." Fenna

murmured as she was complaining,

"She may be attracted to Nate's

status and abilities, but who she

really likes may not necessarily be Nate." .

Layla became agitated. She leaned toward Fenna to whisper, "True, have you noticed that she's extremely indifferent to Nate? But she takes very good care of Dan, who's blind."

Fenna said, "As Nate's personal assistant, of course, I know."

Layla's eyes lip up with excitement and curiosity. She asked, "Tell me, how's their relationship as a couple?"

Fenna said, "Nate calls her, but she doesn't pick up. He texts her, and she doesn't reply either. Even when they meet, she's indifferent toward him.

"She hasn't cooked a meal for Nate, folded a piece of clothing, or even poured him a glass of water. She hasn't made any effort at all."

Layla was surprised. She genuinely asked, "But aren't cooking, folding clothes, and pouring water tasks done by the household staff? "She's a wealthy heiress. She doesn't need to do such things herself. However, not answering calls or texts is going too far."

Fenna felt awkward, so she didn't say anything.

After all, they were from different backgrounds.

Although Fenna was a government employee, her salary wasn't high. She grew up in a middle-class family, so she didn't have the mindset of the wealthy.

To her, being virtuous, thrifty, and caring for the family were a woman's best assets.

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Chapter 540

At that moment, the sound of footsteps was heard.

Layla and Fenna turned to look at the stairs and saw Nathan walking down the stairs.

He was dressed in a long black coat. He looked very handsome and confident.

Fenna was stunned.

Layla was also taken aback. Each time, she was dazzled by Nathan's charm. Being rejected by Nathan had become her lifelong regret.

Every time she saw Nathan, she felt more discontented with Duke.

Even though they were brothers, why was Duke's looks and physique nowhere near Nathan's? The difference in their abilities was also quite substantial.

"Nate, good morning!" Fenna greeted him. She stood up with a smile.

Nathan stopped in his tracks as his gaze slightly darkened. He looked at Fenna in silence for a few seconds before asking coldly, "Did I not make myself clear, or do you not understand?" Fenna's attitude was firm. She remarked, "Nate, I don't need to take the leave."

Nathan showed no mercy and replied coldly, "Then move out."

"It's too far from work, and it's inconvenient for me to commute," Fenna complained in a low voice. "Cole can live here, why are you kicking me out?"

Layla interrupted, "Nate, the house is so big. Even if ten more assistants move in, there's enough space. Why are you kicking your own assistant out of the house?"

Nathan's expression became gloomy. He kept his expression stoic and restrained himself from lashing out. As he looked at Fenna's aggrieved face, he grew more annoyed.

At that moment, laughter and cheerful voices came from the dining room.

Tobias told a joke that made everyone laugh.

The atmosphere was quite harmonious.

Nathan's mind drifted away. He said in a cold tone, "Take a leave or move out, it's an order."

After speaking, he walked toward the dining room.

"I don't want to take the leave," Fenna muttered behind him.

Nathan ignored her and then walked toward the table.

"Good morning," Nathan greeted everyone at the dining table to attract their attention.

Mila didn't look up. Upon hearing his voice, the smile on her face instantly disappeared. She just continued eating her breakfast quietly.

Seeing Mila sitting between Taylor and Tobias, Nathan paused.

"Morning, Nathan," Taylor greeted him then immediately stood up to make room for him to sit. "Come, sit here."

As Taylor was about to stand up, Mila grabbed his wrist. She said, "Taylor, you sit here."

Taylor was puzzled. He looked at Nathan in confusion as he didn't know what to do.

Tobias

Oht he was being asked

Mila

seats. As he was

tugged at his clothes.

wanted him to sit

well.

With only half of his bottom off the chair, Tobias sat back down slowly.

The atmosphere at the dining table became quite awkward. The siblings also noticed it.

Nathan sat down next to Duke. He sat diagonally across from Mila.

He fixed his intense and deep gaze on her. It seemed like he had a lot on his mind and didn't know where to start.

The siblings noticed that since

Nathan appeared, Mila kept her head

down. There was no smile on her

face as she was completely different from her previous cheerful O demeanor.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Taylor asked happily, "Your son has been born for over a month now. Have

ve you decided on a name?

Whose surname will he have?

What's his name?"

Nathan's warm gaze remained fixed on Mila. Even when the staff brought him breakfast, he didn't eat it.

Mila was taken aback by Taylor's question. After a few seconds of pondering, she said, "Whatever."

Taylor was shocked. He asked, "Whatever Morrison?"

Tobias chuckled as he responded, "That's a random name."

Duke patted Nathan's shoulder. He asked, "Do you think the name is good too?"

Nathan pursed his lips bitterly. He remained silent.

Mila quickly explained, "No, I mean, whatever name is fine."

Taylor was confused and asked, "So, you and your husband haven't discussed what to name your child?"

Mila felt guilty. As she looked up, she accidentally met Nathan's intense gaze. She felt a bit lost in his intense eyes.

She immediately looked down to avoid eye contact with him.