Chapter 582
Fenna glared at Mila, her eyes filled with resentment. “Why couldn’t you have stayed in Sunterland? If you didn’t interfere, Nate wouldn’t be treating me like this. I would still be his most reliable and competent assistant.”
Feeling exasperated, Mila let out a cold snort, finding herself utterly speechless. She had no desire to prolong the conversation.
Indeed, the depth of Fenna’s obsession made reasoning with her impossible.
Fenna snapped, “I won’t cause trouble for you, but I won’t abandon Nate either.”
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Exasperated by her remarks, Mila sank back onto the sofa, taking a moment to compose herself. Glancing over, she noticed Phoebe looking unusually despondent, her gaze fixed on her phone.
Sitting beside Phoebe, Mila gently wrapped her arm around her shoulders. “What’s troubling you? You don’t actually believe what she said, do you?”
Phoebe managed a bitter smile and shook her head.
“Why not just ask Cole directly? That would clear up any misunderstandings, wouldn’t it?”
Phoebe forced another strained smile. “We’re not even a couple, so what right do I have to confront him?”
Frowning, Mila asked, “But do you genuinely have feelings for him?”
Phoebe bowed her head, choosing to remain silent.
Mila couldn’t help but sigh. “Cole, that clueless guy. I bet he’s never even confessed his feelings to you, has he?”
Phoebe’s sorrow deepened at her words, her head sinking even lower.
Mila wrapped her arms around Phoebe, offering comfort. “Don’t let it get you down too much. When he’s back from his busy schedule, we’ll talk to him, alright?” A flicker of annoyance crossed Phoebe’s expression as she replied, “I’d rather not bring up this topic. It’ll make me seem desperate for him to be my boyfriend.” “Alright, alright, you don’t have to. I’ll handle it,” Mila reassured her gently.
As evening fell, Mila and Phoebe returned home after running their errands. Coincidentally, they spotted Cole at the entrance, inspecting his car’s engine. Stepping out of the car, Mila took Phoebe’s hand and led her toward Cole.
Phoebe was deeply embarrassed, a flicker of simmering anger evident within her. “Mila, let’s not bother him. We should just go.”
“It’s alright, I’ve got your back,” Mila murmured reassuringly.
From a distance, Cole heard their voices and looked up. When he spotted Phoebe, his face softened into a gentle smile as he made his way over.
“Good evening, Mrs. Morrison,” Cole greeted politely.
With a gentle smile, he continued softly, “Phoebe, I visited a nearby town today with General Morrison and stumbled upon a delightful handicraft. I’ll bring it to you later.” Glancing into the distance, Phoebe replied nonchalantly, “No, thank you.”
Cole was taken aback by her attitude, a puzzled expression crossing his face.
He wanted to approach Phoebe but hesitated, aware of Mila’s presence. “What’s the matter? Did I upset you?” he asked.
Mila gently intervened, “Cole, is it true that you have a fiancée back in your hometown?”
Cole was taken aback, his nerves getting the better of him. “No, that’s not true. I don’t have a fiancée. Who’s spreading these rumors?”
A smile formed on Mila’s lips as she took Phoebe’s hand. “You see, Cole says he doesn’t have a fiancée.”
Phoebe immediately interjected, “It was Fenna who said it.”
Cole was taken aback as a memory suddenly resurfaced. “Ah, that’s ancient history,” he explained. “Back then,
, my mom was concerned that I
was getting older and still hadn’t
settled down with anyone.
“Fearing I might be too busy, she insisted on arranging a blind date with a woman from our hometown. Initially, I resisted, but my mom persisted and brought the woman to my workplace anyway. “Word got around, and before I knew it, I found myself reluctantly agreeing to meet her once, only to end up escorting them back home.
“Fast forward to today, that woman
is happily married with a
two-year-old child. Yet, my mom
е
never lets me forget it. She brings it
up every chance she gets, hoping I’ll
regret not taking her advice.”
Despite Cole’s explanation, Phoebe’s expression remained sour-her grievances unresolved.
Sensing Phoebe’s lingering
frustration, Cole spoke softly,
“Phoebe, don’t be upset. Fenna’s obsessed with General Morrison and knows nothing about my personal life Please, ignore her nonsense.”