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Chapter 551

Lillian forced a smile and acted calm. She said, "| don't usually talk about Fenna's job, and | didn't even know General Morrison had such a great assistant like Fenna. Since you two know each other, that's a plus."

Mila casually walked by Lillian and sat down by the bonfire.

Agroup of people around the same age were chatting nearby, seemingly captivated by Mila's appearance and outfit. Everyone was looking at her as if she were a spectacle.

Lillian approached and announced, "Hey everyone, let me introduce you. This is Wanda Hoffis, General Morrison's wife, the leader of the Norvanian military. She's also the granddaughter of the wealthiest person.

“But things have shifted. The new richest person in Norvania is Avery Talerico, Oliver's wife. Wanda didn't inherit any of that fortune.

"Anyway, let's all enjoy tonight. Eat, drink, and have a blast!" The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, clearly pumped up.

Mila couldn't fit in the group. While most people there liked drinking, singing, and playing games, she was elegant and more reserved. They were loud and outgoing, but she seemed more comfortable alone. They didn't have much in common or share any interest.

Asharply dressed man walked up to Mila and sat beside her. He seemed eager as he asked, "Are you Wanda?" Mila nodded.

"Care for a drink?"

Mila politely refused. "No, thank you."

“Are you into murder mystery games?"

Mila looked puzzled, "No, not really."

"What about blackjack?"

"No, | don't play."

"Do you enjoy singing?"

Mila shook her head. "I only sing the national anthem." "Do you do live streams?" the man asked.

Mila, also known as the artist Inkwell with a large following, was aware of live streaming but had no interest in participating. She simply said, "No."

The man's frown intensified. "Are you even from Earth? You seem clueless."

All eyes turned to Mila. Whispers and giggles filled the air as they quietly mocked her. Lillian saw an opportunity and lightly

tapped Mila on the shoulder. Then, she addressed the group, saying,

"We shouldn't tease the general's et

wife. She's had a very sha

upbringing, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, shielded and

pampered. It's no surprise that she seems a little dorky.

“After all, her family was very wealthy. She never had to work a single day and could solely et

concentrate on her education. Her grandfather paved the way for her, sending her abroad for schooting, and ensuring she obtained a strong degree.

"Then, she struck gold marrying General Morrison. She even secured a great position at the military base. She'll never have to worry about money for the rest of her life." Lillian's words were dripping with sarcasm and cutting remarks. She sighed before saying, "I feel sorry for us. We weren't born rich, nor do we have the wealthiest grandfather in the world.

"We work hard to better ourselves, but we'll never achieve the same success as her."

Mila listened and smiled thinly. To others, they thought she w So 11 succes uLpecansdofter amily, hlisband and connections. But she didn't care what they thought. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

She stared relentlessly at Lillian,

showing no mercy as she asked, "If

you admit you don't have wealth and despise using connections to get ahead, why not focus on e

self-improvement instead of settling for mediocrity?"

Lillian's face darkened. She was surprised by Mila's blunt reply. The mention of "settling for mediocrity" stung her deeply, and left her feeling embarrassed.

Fenna stepped in to defend Lillian. "Lillian is anything but mediocre she graduates fromNonichit'sstop ingttutioy Ghd runs her own advertising agency purely through her talent and hard work." The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

Equally riled up, Lillian retorted, "None of us here are mediocre. Any one of us could outshine you effortlessly. Take my friend Fenna, for example.

"Like General Morrison, she graduated from the National Defense University, worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and speaks Xyprish fluently.

"She earned her position alongside General Morrison entirely on herown merits. lf itweren't Sour deceitful tdatlds pushing her away, she'd still be his invaluable assistant." The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

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Mila grinned when she saw Lillian irritated.

Finally, Lillian revealed her true intentions. She just wanted to embarrass Mila before others and then falsely accused Mila of using dishonest tactics to drive Fenna away.

She schemed to create a scandal with the help of the politicians’ children to put pressure on Donald and other politicians.

This would lead to public criticism of Nathan for mixing personal and professional matters. It would also stop Fenna from being unfairly transferred elsewhere.

The banquet was just a setup. Meanwhile, the politicians’ children began to speak among themselves.

"| heard General Morrison is honest and upright. Why did he obey his wife's commands? She probably schemed to get rid of his assistant!"

"Yeah, all she does is pick on her husband's female coworkers."

"Oh no! My sister works at the military base, too. | hope she won't be affected by all this."

"Who knows?"

Mila couldn't bear it any longer. She calmly took out her phone and called Phoebe. "Phoebe, bring me my briefcase." Phoebe, waiting in the car, promptly obeyed the request.

Mila put her phone in her gown pocket and stood up to change the subject. "Since | don't know much, how about you guys be considerate and join me in something I'm familiar with?"

The man who had talked to her before became a little excited. He asked, "What are you familiar with?”

“How about we have a passage in different foreign languages, and we'll see who understands more of it?" Mila suggested. The mood turned tense all of a sudden. Everyone present only spoke two languages, at most.

The man smiled awkwardly and said, "You sound confident. Do you know that many languages?"

"Just a few, around eight. Shall we begin? How about Fenna asks the questions?” Mila responded casually.

Silence followed. Everyone looked at each other, feeling embarrassed and too intimidated to continue.

The man grinned and said, "This isn't fun. L-Let's try something else."

Mila pointed to the piano on the stage and said, "I'll play the piano, and you guys can try to guess the music. Sound good?" Nobody answered because they weren't used to listening to piano music.

The man kept his forced smile and said, "L-Let's try something more interesting."

“How about quizzes? Math,

chemistry, astronomy, geography, history, politics-anything like that These feel more worthwhile than playing murder mystery games.or flip cup, wouldn't you agree? Mila suggested.

There was a moment of silence. What had begun as a relaxed gathering now felt like being back in a classroom during a test. It seemed like anything related to knowledge made them uncomfortable

Lillian promptly stepped in. "We're talking about how you drove Fenna away. Don't try to change the subject."

Mila calmly watched Phoebe approach. Then, she stepped forward to take the briefcase from Phoebe.

After taking her laptop out from it, Mila walked over to Lillian and the others and casually asked, "Can any of you understand programming data?"

“What do you mean?" Lillian asked, sounding annoyed. Mila stayed silent as she switched on the laptop and directed the screen toward Fenna. She

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emphasized each word as she spoke Considering the dirty tricks. you've done, do | even need to make an effort to get rid of you?"

Everyone got excited when they heard Mila mentioning "dirty tricks". They gathered arqugd(Pentat See what ws 6h the laptop screen, but only saw lines of code that they couldn't understand. "What's this?" Lillian asked. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

Mila's demeanor grew stern as she responded, "This is the data Epi Mic day yo exe abaldtetatter you went'to the hospital, you took Nathan's phone. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

"You purposely disconnected his call and turned off his phone. He wagon a missign, and you Maite authority tdirter ere with his calls, regardless of who was calling." The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

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"The hospital has surveillance cameras, and Nathan's phone captured what happened. This shows that you turned off his phone. "If Nathan chooses to relocate you to another place, he forgives you because of your friendship with him.

"If he doesn't, be ready for an investigation by the Intelligence Agency because your actions seem suspicious, like those of a spy." Mila's words left everyone stunned.

Nervously, Fenna's face turned pale and she protested, "I didn't. I'm not a spy."

Mila closed her laptop and smiled thinly. "You don't have to tell me. You should talk to Nathan about it. Since you and him are good friends, he wouldn't want the Intelligence Agency investigating you." Even though Mila seemed unfazed on the outside, the mention of Fenna and Nathan's friendship stung her every time.

She scanned everyone present and said politely, "I'm truly sorry. | struggle to understand the games you enjoy, just as you might not understand mine. | don't quite fit in, and | regret that deeply."

Mila nodded apologetically to everyone before turning her gaze to Fenna. "I'm not sure if Ms. Hudson will be looked into. But to be safe, I'll keep my distance from her."

"Lillian, thank you for your hospitality," Mila said before gracefully departing, with Phoebe trailing behind her closely.

Panic spread among those present. In Norvania, being labeled a spy was a serious offense, punishable by death. No one dared to risk such trouble.

"I'm sorry, Lillian, but | have to go home now, something urgent came up," one person said. Another added nervously, "I, uh, have something to take care of, too." Quickly, a third person said, "My mom needs me home."

Excuses piled up, and one by one, everyone found a reason to leave quietly to steer clear of any potential problems linked to Fenna.

Fenna's face turned red with anger. She clenched her teeth and her fists trembled a bit. She grabbed her phone and dialed Nathan's number. Anxiously, Lillian asked, "Fenna, did you really end General Morrison's call and switch off his phone while he was on a mission?”

Meanwhile, Nathan didn't answer Fenna's call.

Irritated, Fenna growled, "It was Wanda who called him. It wasn't anything official. I'm not a spy and didn't mess with his work." Lillian was shocked. "So, it's true."

Fenna took a deep breath before explaining, "It was just a personal call. What's the harm in hanging up?"

"| remember you saying that Wanda works in the military base's chemical research department Gade General Morris sommand. Even though she's his wife, her calls could still be seen as Official business." The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

Lillian's reminder sent Fenna into a sudden panic. Fenna paused for a moment, then called Nathan's number again. Her voice wavered slightly as she

said, "I'm not afraid of being looked into, and Nate understands me I'm not @spy, and he wouldn't let the Intelligence Agency look into me."

If they started investigating her, she might end up in jail until it was all figured out. These investigations weredétaited.c ecking into every part of the person's life, and could take anywhere from two weeks to six months. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

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Chapter 554

The city was brightly lit and bustling late at night, with cars and people everywhere.

Phoebe was driving while Mila sat quietly beside her, looking out at the scenery and lost in her thoughts. After a while, Phoebe asked, "Do you think Lillian did that on purpose?"

Mila simply hummed in response.

Clenching her teeth, Phoebe gripped the steering wheel tightly, and exclaimed, "That's unbelievable! | never imagined the President would have a daughter like her!"

“Let's not judge a parent based on their children's actions," Mila responded calmly. "Do you think General Morrison will order the Intelligence Agency to investigate Fenna?" Phoebe asked.

Mila's mood dampened as she pondered the question. She leaned back in her seat, gazing at the city lights passing by. She was unsure of how to answer Phoebe because she was uncertain herself. It seemed unlikely that he would.

Fenna was convinced that Nathan deeply understood her, and their connection was strong enough that he wouldn't resort to legal action just because she deliberately turned off his phone.

Seeing Mila in silence, Phoebe added, "If Fenna crosses General Morrison's boundaries, he'll definitely punish her severely. I'm certain he will.”

Mila's expression tightened with bitterness. She quietly sighed and said, "He probably wouldn't want Fenna to face such punishment."

"Mila, because of what Fenna did, you couldn't even contact General Morrison for help when you were in danger. You faced so much injustice! It was so risky.

"If the police and ambulance had taken just a few minutes longer to arrive, you and the child could have been in danger."

Phoebe sighed deeply, her frustration evident in her words as she continued, "If General Morrison continues to support Fenna, | don't think you'll want a husband like him anymore."

"| never planned to keep him around anyway. He's just the father of my child now," Mila mumbled. Disappointed in Nathan, Mila couldn't shake off her sense of pessimism. The car stopped at Morrison Residence.

Mila took off her seatbelt and was about to open the door when she noticed Nathan standing by the entrance. He was dressed casually and seemed worried as he looked at her. sWnovel

Mila hesitated.

"Go ahead, Mila. I'll park the car in the garage," Phoebe reminded her. "Okay." Mila exited the car, closed the door, and slowly walked inside.

As Nathan watched Mila approach, he couldn't help but be amazed. She looked stunning today, with perfect makeup and an air of elegance. Trying to hide his worries, Nathan stepped closer.

"Did you return from a banquet?" he asked gently.

"You always have someone tailing me when | go out, right?" Mila responded casually as she walked past him.

"| just want to ensure your safety, that's all..." Nathan replied.

He wanted to hold her hand but hesitated. He went inside with her. Afraid of her rejecting him or getting upset, he didn't try to hold her hand.

Mila entered the foyer and opened the shoe cabinet. Before she could grab her slippers, Nath@n sadtahey then alts pdalettt em beside her He knelt on one knee, wanting to’ help her change out of her heels, but she moved away to avoid his touch. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

Nathan glanced up at her and noticed her distant demeanor. He had jeped todos ethinexind fot her, like h&iping with her shoes, but she didn't allow him to. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

He stood up slowly, his eyes filled with emotion, but he couldn't find the right moment to speak. "| can handle it myself. You don't need to bother,” Mila said.

She swiftly removed her heels and put on the slippers by herself. She grabbed her heels and placed t in the cabinet. Sudden Mildreca led whatiFen had told her that she couldn't manage simple tasks like laundry or cooking for Nathan. On the contrary, Nathan had to take care of her, which was why Fenna believed Mila didn't deserve Nathan. The content is on ! Read the latest chapter there!

Chapter 555

Mila wondered if Fenna would be furious if she discovered that Nathan waited for her at the door on a cold late winter night, and even wanted to help her change her shoes.

Mila kept thinking about it as she walked to the master bedroom. But then she realized she cared too much about Fenna. She pushed those thoughts away.

Meanwhile, Nathan followed closely behind her.

Mila took her pajamas and went to the bathroom. She removed her makeup, washed her face, and shampooed her hair. After 40 minutes, she emerged with her hair wrapped in a towel.

Her gaze landed on Nathan who sat on the edge of the bed with his hands covering his forehead. Even though she couldn't see his face, she felt a sense of sadness coming from him.

When Nathan heard footsteps, he sat up and looked at Mila. She quickly averted her gaze, sat at the vanity, and began applying cream to her face.

"Why are you still washing your hair at this hour?" Nathan asked with a frown.

Mila stayed silent.

Nathan headed to the bathroom to take the hairdryer. He plugged it in and approached her from behind. As he reached for her towel, planning to dry her hair, Mila grabbed the hairdryer and said, "I can handle it myself. Just hand it over."

Yet, Nathan was unwilling to let go of the hairdryer.

When Mila's hand accidentally touched his, she noticed how cold it felt. She remembered how warm his hands used to be, no matter when or where.

Mila couldn't help but wonder why they felt so cold now. Was it because Nathan had endured the chilly weather while waiting outside for her in a thin shirt?

But Nathan was always self-sufficient, so was he deliberately avoiding wearing a coat, and willingly subjecting himself to the bitter winter night? Nathan gently moved her hand aside, turned on the hairdryer, and dried her hair carefully. The hairdryer was quiet.

Mila didn't resist further. She looked at Nathan's reflection in the mirror as she put on hand cream.

He was concentrated on drying her hair. Yet, he seemed worried and lost in thought. After a long while, he softly asked, "Can you text me if you're going to be home late from now on?"

Mila was going to answer but changed her mind. She pursed her lips and didn't say anything. Her silence was like saying no to Nathan.

He felt like he was on thin ice. He was worried that Mila might run into trouble again someday. And he was even more terrified that she might become cold-hearted, leave with their son, and never return.

The thought of losing Mila made Nathan's heartache as if being engulfed by flame. He became obsessed, watching her every move with growing madness.

He yearned for her to respond to his affection like she used to. Even a few words from her would bring him contentment.

Nathan finished drying Mila's hair and unplugged the hairdryer. He gently suggested, "Your hair still feels warm. You might want to wait a bit before going to bed."

Mila quietly combed her hair while Nathan stood behind her, holding the hairdryer, and admiring her lovely face.

Since their baby was born, her cheeks had become even rosier and fuller, tempting Nathan to pinch them affectionately.

He left the hairdryer in the bathroom. When he returned, Mila was already in bed, facing away from him with her eyes closed. He tucked her in, turned off the light, and got into bed himself.

Yet, sleep eluded Nathan. He lay there and gazed at the darkness above. He felt his heart had sunk into a pit of loneliness and despair.

Recently, Mila always slept with her back turned to him. Suddenly, she shifted and lay flat on her back

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Chapter 556

"It's been 42 days. If you're feeling the urge, feel free to act on it." Mila's voice echoed in the darkness, devoid of any emotion.

To Mila, the reason Nathan insisted she sleep in the master bedroom and share his bed was simply to fulfill her role as his wife. She believed he had reached his limit.

Upon hearing her words, Nathan froze. Emotions surged within him, but sadness seemed to outweigh them all. He lay motionless, his hand skimming over the mattress until it found Mila's. He longed to hold her.

Yet, as his fingers brushed against hers, she recoiled and placed her over her chest.

A bitter taste filled Nathan's mouth. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes. Then, he murmured, "It's late. Go to sleep."

Mila eyed him suspiciously. Each morning, his intense morning wood was unmistakable as if he was on the verge of giving in to his desire at any moment. She couldn't understand why he refused her offer. With a puzzled expression, Mila turned away and closed her eyes.

Nathan shifted away from her, his voice carrying a seductive depth yet gentle tone. "To me, the true essence of intimacy between spouses lies in mutual enjoyment. If one doesn't find pleasure, it reduces to a mere primal urge.

"Wanda, it's not that I lack desire, but your body's rejecting me. Your indifference cuts deeper than my own urge.'

Mila's heart ached. She clenched the bedding tightly, biting her lip to hold back the pain.

She hated herself, wondering why she let her emotions control her so easily. Despite everything, she found herself pitying Nathan. Should she forgive him? If they stayed married, Nathan would be her husband and the father of her children for many years to come.

Mila's mind was in chaos. She battled with herself, unable to respond to him. Before she realized it, exhaustion took over, and she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Mila woke up to find herself alone in bed. Nathan's side was cold.

She reached for her phone and checked the time, seeing a message from Nathan waiting for her. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through her hair before tapping the message.

"Wanda, I must return to the military et base for something important. It might take around a week. Make sure you rest up, stay indoors, and don't go investigating Avery by yourself. If you need anything, just let me know," Nathan texted.

Mila gazed at the message for a while. She didn't want to close it or respond. Her mind went blank as she silently read it again and again.

In truth, love couldn't just disappear in an instant. Mila simply didn't want to acknowledge her love or care for Nathan. She forcefully suppressed her emotions.

Despite feeling disappointed by him, her love for him never wavered. Every action of his still tugged at her heartstrings. The void in her heart must have been because she was missing him. Mila dropped her phone lifelessly, sank into her bed, and buried herself under the covers.

In the days after that, Mila continued to rest at home, delved into research, and picked up new knowledge. Now and then, she'd drop by the hospital to check on her son.

Nathan kept sending her messages regularly, sometimes multiple times a day. But she chose not to reply to any of them.

Through Layla's sarcastic remarks, she sensed Layla subtly accusing her of something. Perhaps it was because Fenna had been under investigation and was now detained by the Intelligence Agency.

Mila was incredulous. Even though Nathan knew Fenna couldn't be a spy, he still let her face punishment and investigation. Perhaps Fenna was less important to Nathan than Mila had initially thought.

On the fifth day since Nathan had left, Mila received news from the hospital in the afternoon. The doctor informed her that her child's health indicators were all progressing well and met the criteria for discharge.

Overwhelmed with joy, Mila thanked the doctor profusely.

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Chapter 557

Later, Mila excitedly told the Morrisons the good news. They all eagerly offered to join her at the hospital tomorrow to bring the child home, except for Layla, who dismissed it with a scoff. Yet, Mila politely rejected their offers, mindful of her child's health. She explained that having many people together could heighten the risk of exposing the child to viruses and bacteria. Mila was looking forward to picking up her son as soon as possible tomorrow.

The sun bathed the garden in bright light as Mila sat contentedly in the gazebo, relishing the gentle breeze and observing how sunlight danced across the garden's every nook.

With the weather warming up, fresh shoots were beginning to emerge from the greenery. Nearby, several gardeners stood, holding their tools and pointing toward a dense cluster of lush greenery. Intrigued, Mila strolled over. As she drew closer, she noticed that the lush area was filled with budding white zinnias, ready to burst bloom.

"Let's begin from this end," suggested one of the gardeners, Edward Redmayne. "We'll remove all the zinnias, turn the soil, and add organic fertilizer. The tulips have to be planted neatly."

"Excuse me, why are we removing these white zinnias just as they're about to bloom?" Mila asked.

Spotting Mila, Edward respectfully nodded and explained, "Ah, Mrs. Morrison, it was General Morrison's directive."

Mila furrowed her brow, surprised that Nathan, with his hectic schedule, was involved in the garden's management.

"But why does he want to uproot these flowers?" Mila asked.

Edward chuckled and replied, "Oh, isn't it because you're fond of tulips? Earlier this year, General Morrison had me and others spruce up this area.

"He brought in a batch of white zinnias that bloom year-round from overseas and personally scattered the seeds, creating this stunning bed of white zinnias.

"Just as they were about to bloom, General Morrison mentioned your preference for tulips and instructed us to remove these flowers and replant tulips instead."

Mila glanced at the bags of tulip bulbs, feeling a whirlwind of emotions. How did Nathan know she liked tulips? He had never given her tulips but had gifted her white zinnias twice. He must have learned it from Phoebe.

"Madam, please rest in the gazebo over there. It's dusty here, and your clothes might get dirty," Edward added.

"Please don't pull them out. Let these white zinnias continue to thrive here, and we can find another spot for planting the tulips," Mila urged.

Looking at the beautiful and thriving white zinnias, Edward hesitated to remove them. He thought following Mila's suggestion seemed like the best thing to do.

"How about the white zinnias from Sudvilla? Should we remove them?" Edward asked.

Mila was surprised. "There are white zinnias at Sudvilla as well?"

With a gentle smile, Edward answered, "Yes, indeed. Half of the garden is covered in white zinnias, and they'll bloom soon."

Tears filled Mila's eyes as she realized Nathan wasn't unaware of romance. It was simply that his concept of romance differed from that of other men. He'd gather flowers from the roadside and plant them himself, but he avoided purchasing those readily available, short-lived blooms.

Mila blinked away her tears and

gently said, "Sir, I have a soft spot for white zinnias, too. Could we possibly leave them untouched Let's not plant any more tulips after this find white zinnias more charming than tulips."

Edward nodded in response. "Of course, Mrs. Morrison."

He then directed the other gardeners to a different patch of grass, outlined their flower-planting area, and began preparing the soil.

Mila gazed at the spread of white zinnias, eagerly awaiting their full bloom. She pulled out her phone and oute took a photo of the Zinnias. Then, after a brief thought, she decided to send the photo to Nathan. It marked the first time she'd reached out to him.

After sending the photo, she typed a message. "They're about to bloom. Our son is coming home from the hospital tomorrow." Almost immediately after hitting send, her phone rang. Nathan was calling.

Mila was taken aback by how quickly he responded. She felt nervous about whether to pick up the call.

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Chapter 558

Mila's phone rang until she finally mustered the courage to answer.

Nathan's voice greeted her on the other end. He hesitated before tentatively asking, "Wanda?" His tone carried an unusual softness.

Mila felt a pang of guilt. She wondered if she had ignored his calls so much that he thought someone else was answering. She replied with a gentle hum.

Nathan's voice brightened as he spoke warmly, "I'll come by tomorrow to go with you to the hospital to pick up our son."

Mila was surprised, knowing that his work wouldn't be finished until the day after tomorrow. She declined. "It's fine. You should continue with your work. Phoebe and I will pick him up. You don't need to hurry back."

"I'm not that busy." Nathan tried to take the opportunity. He asked again, "What time are you going to the hospital tomorrow?"

Mila refused once again. "Our son being discharged isn't a big deal. You don't need to worry about it."

Nathan fell silent.

Sensing the tension mounting, Mila decided to end the call. "There's not much to say. I'm hanging up."

As she lowered the phone from her ear, she faintly caught Nathan's voice. "Wanda, I—"

Yet, she ended the call. Setting down her phone, she stared at the sprawling field of white zinnias before her, unable to stifle a sigh. She thought Nathan must be a good father.

That day felt unusually long. Mila and the maternity nurse prepare the child's bedding and gather his daily essentials together.

The nurse suggested that the child sleep with her after discharged, but Mila politely declined. She wanted to spend time with her son to strengthen their bond.

That night, Mila was too excited to sleep. She kept looking at the photos she had taken of her son previously, unable to contain her joy at the thought of meeting him soon.

In the quiet of the night, Mila gradually drifted off to sleep. While she was half-asleep, she sensed movement on the bed. Groggily, she opened her eyes and recognized the scent of Nathan's shower gel.

When Mila turned her head, she thought she spotted Nathan. Still half in dreamland, she mumbled, "You're back?"

Nathan had tried to be quiet, but he unintentionally disturbed her slumber. He was surprised by Mila's unusually gentle tone when she spoke to him.

Her voice, soft and dreamy, infused with drowsiness, stirred something tender within him.

He propped himself on the bed, drew nearer to her, and whispered, "I'm sorry for waking you."

Still groggy, Mila asked, "What time is it?"

"It's only 5:30 am, still quite early. Try to get some more sleep," Nathan encouraged gently, running his fingers through her long hair.

Mila hummed in response and slipped back into slumber as if under a spell.

Nathan gazed at Mila's serene sleeping expression, finding it hard to it hard grasp, the sudden skift in her attitude toward him. It had only been a few days since he last saw her, yet everything seemed so different now.

He wondered whether Mila's half-asleep state had influenced her current behavior. He wished he had recorded her voice earlier, so he could listen whenever he missed her. Captivated by her beauty, Nathan was reluctant to close his eyes and sleep. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and he fell asleep beside her.

As dawn arrived, light filtered through the curtains and flooded the room.

When Mila woke up, she noticed Nathan had really returned and was sleeping peacefully beside her. Only then did she realize that Nathan's return wasn't a dream. He had indeed come back early.

Sitting up, Mila wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her cheek against them as she admired Nathan's handsome and masculine features.

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Chapter 559

Nathan had strikingly handsome and manly features. Every detail of his appearance sparked endless imagination. Even his stubble added to his rugged charm.

It had been a while since Mila had looked at Nathan's face so intently. His clear complexion, straight nose, soft lips, and appealing Adam's apple were all things she found irresistible. She couldn't help but pursed her lips.

Suddenly, Nathan turned his head.

Startled, Mila quickly looked away, threw off the covers, and went to the bathroom to prepare for the day.

Nathan was still asleep.

After freshening up, changing into her outdoor attire, and grabbing her backpack, Mila headed downstairs. She planned to go with Phoebe to pick up her child from the hospital after having her breakfast.

Mila found Phoebe and Cole sitting on the couch, engaged in a warm chat in the living room. After greeting them, Mila settled down for breakfast. She caught snippets of their conversation. "Did you stay up all night? You look exhausted," Phoebe asked.

Cole gave a bitter laugh. "Yeah, pretty much. General Morrison wanted everything done before he got back today. He was working on stuff until he caught his flight this morning. I barely got any sleep, maybe two hours."

Concerned, Phoebe suggested, "You should go rest now."

"I can't do that. We've got to be ready by 7:00 am to pick up General Morrison's son from the hospital. I can't afford to sleep anymore."

"You shouldn't drive when you're so tired. Who would feel safe riding with you?" Phoebe pointed out.

"You can drive." Cole grinned.

After quickly eating something, Mila entered the living room. "Cole, go rest. We'll reschedule picking up my son for the afternoon."

Cole was pleasantly surprised. "Really?"

With a smile, Mila nodded at Cole and headed upstairs.

Back in the room, Mila picked up Nathan's phone and saw he had set an alarm for 7:15 am. It was about to go off. She deleted the alarm and closed the curtains tighter.

The sun shone brightly outside at noon, and the weather was delightful.

In the living room, Mila was seated with the Morrisons on the couch, savoring tea and snacks while chatting casually.

All of a sudden, hurried footsteps resounded from the staircase.

Everyone's attention shifted toward the stairs as Nathan, dressed in a black coat, hurried down white ving his watch.

"Nate, when did you return?" Florence was surprised.

Intrigued, Wendy chimed in, "Why the rush? Is something wrong?"

Breathing heavily, Nathan nervously fixed his gaze on Mila, his expression betraying a sense of guilt. The alarm hadn't gone off, and he had failed to keep his promise to Mila once again.

He dreaded the thought that if he continued behaving like this, his marriage might be at risk.

"Is our son back?" Nathan whispered anxiously as he quickly approached Mila.

Before Mila could respond, Florence interjected, "Not yet. Wanda mentioned she'd wait for you to wake up and have lunch together before heading out."

Nathan was taken aback, his expression a mix of surprise and gratitude as he looked at Mila. Could it be that her distant demeanor had softened because their child was returning? Regardless, the situation was looking up.

He couldn't help but smile as he bypassed the couch and settled beside Mila Ne murmured, "Sorry, I overslept."

"It's okay," Mila replied casually.

"Do I need to prepare anything?" Nathan asked.

"No need."

Wendy frowned as she observed the interaction between the two, feeling suspicious Specwondered why their relationship seemed to be growing more distant.

Could it be that Nathan had cheated on Mila during her pregnancy? After all, Wendy believed that men were all motivated by their desires.

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Chapter 560

Chapter 560

After lunch, as Mila was about to leave for the hospital, Wendy cornered her for a chat.

"Mila, is Nate seeing someone else?" Wendy asked, her tone laced with mystery.

"No, absolutely not!" Mila was caught off guard.

Wendy arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Something feels off. He acts so jittery around you and cares about you, but your attitude toward him seems distant, especially since you had the baby. There must be some issues between you two!"

Mila smiled, feeling pressured to protect Nathan's reputation. She quickly explained, "Nathan isn't having an affair, Wendy, please don't overthink."

"Why, then?"

"It's all in the past." Mila didn't want to dwell on it as it was a matter between her and Nathan.

Wendy sighed, "It's okay if you're not ready to discuss it. But let me offer you some advice: try to be more understanding.

"Nate's obligations are unique. He can't just leave everything behind like Taylor can. He can't be by your side and with the child every day.

"You have to adjust sooner rather than later. He's committed to the nation, comrades, and people. He can't belong to you alone, do you understand?"

At that moment, Mila had an epiphany. Wendy's words hit her with a profound realization, surpassing any lesson years of experience might offer. Mila hadn't expected Wendy's depth of insight, perhaps it stemmed from Wendy's age and the wisdom cultivated through her own marriage.

All of a sudden, Mila felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

Nathan wasn't being unfaithful. His responsibilities compelled him to leave Mila. He rescued Fenna because they were comrades. Ignoring Mila's calls and turning off his phone wasn't his intention. He didn't make any unforgivable mistakes either.

Feeling relieved, Mila smiled and said, "Thank you, Wendy."

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"You haven't been married long. If there's anything you can't handle, you can come to me," Wendy said, proudly while patting her chest. "have experience. Just look at how well Taylor and I manage. I've I mastered the art of handling a husband."

Mila smiled subtly and nodded. "All right, I'll come to you when I can."

Wendy patted Mila's shoulder and said, "Off you go."

Mila exited the house and settled into the car beside Nathan.

Concerned she might get cold, Nathan reached behind for a blanket and draped it over her legs.

This time, Mila refrained from saying thank you. She avoided seeming too formal and created distance between them.

After receiving instructions from the doctor, Nathan and Mila finished the discharge paperwork at the hospital.

Holding his son, Nathan felt an overwhelming wave of nervousness. His hands trembled, sweat dotted his forehead, and he was afraid to breathe too hard. He was worried he might mishandle his fragile baby.

During the journey home, Nathan.

cradled the baby throughout the trip. m Mila rested against Kim, peering over to admire their child. Her face glowed with a sweet smile that spoke volumes of her deep O

affection.

"His nose is so tiny, can he breathe properly?" Mila asked. She reached feel out a finger to feel the baby's breath, only easing her worry when she sensed his gentle exhale.

Nathan's gaze lingered on Mila. It had been a long while since she had been this close to him. His heart brimmed with excitement.

He cherished the sound of her gentle voice and the glow of her smile, making the hurried return from work entirely worthwhile.

Their son stood as the unbreakable bond in their marriage. Gratitude washed over Nathan as he looked at their son.

Mila tucked the baby in tighter and looked up at Nathan. Their eyes locked, and Nathan's gaze was so intense it felt like it pierced her soul.

Her heart fluttered, and she glanced away quickly. "Are you exhausted? Do you want me to hold him for a bit?" Mila's worry for Nathan was clear in her voice.

Nathan was taken aback again, his heart pounding. He hesitated briefly before saying, "No, I'm fine."