The Wrong Woman
Chapter 315

Though Fenna held some dissatisfaction toward her, it was nothing compared to Sally’s malice. Therewere 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 withfluffy white clouds. Vast grasslands stretched endlessly on both sides of the road, interspersed withrolling hills, painting a picturesque landscape.

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

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

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

Mila hesitated briefly before replying, “I don’t have much work experience. I studied chemistry atuniversity, so I have some basic knowledge.”

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

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

“Nate.” Her tone softened as she continued, “Do you remember when we took part in the field trainingexercise a few years back? I injured my foot and couldn’t walk. You refused to leave me behind andcarried me for 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 cluewhy 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

didn’t sit right with her.

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

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

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

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

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

“Nate, it feels like an eternity since our last barbecue. I’ve been yearning for your roasted eggplant andlamb 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 hercomposure. Calmly, she replied, “Thanks for the invite, but I think I might be busy and won’t have thetime to join.”

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

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