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Chapter 316

Glancing through the rearview mirror, Mila found Nathan resting peacefully with his eyes. closed.
An unexpected surge of bitterness and anger welled up within her, but it was Nathan’s demeanor that
infuriated her the most.
Before knowing her true identity, he professed a decade–long adoration for her. Yet, now it all seemed
hollow. She wondered if it was merely a retaliation for her rejection.
Meanwhile, Fenna kept up her ceaseless chatter about her and Nathan’s shared history. “On my
birthday, Nate went above and beyond, baking a birthday cake just for me. He really put his effort into
it.”
Mila felt a painful tightness in her chest, the discomfort becoming unbearable. Forcing a smile, she
turned to Nathan and softly called out, “Nate.”
Nathan, taken aback, met her gaze. With a gentle tone, he responded, “Yes?”
Fenna’s expression darkened as her gaze darted nervously between Mila and Nathan.
With a subtle smile, Mila suggested, “I’d love to try your cake as well. Could you bake one for me?”
Nathan’s lips curved slightly, his voice soft and reassuring. “Sure.”
Mila pressed on, “When will you be free?”
Nathan’s eyes were full of tenderness, his rich voice gentle as he replied, “Anytime you wish.”
“How about tonight?”
“No problem.”
“I want a chocolate–flavored cake,” Mila added, injecting a playful tone.
Nathan replied with sincerity, “Roger that.”
Meanwhile, Phoebe couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as she observed the exchange.
Fenna bit her lip, her expression darkening as she crossed her arms and gazed out the window.
After three hours of driving, the car finally pulled into a rest area.
Mila stepped into the shop, her gaze wandering over the sign displaying various food items. Lost in
thought about what to eat, she was interrupted by Fenna’s gentle voice.
‘Nate, I’d love to have the beef noodle soup, but the portion is too much for me. I’ve been on a diet
lately. Wanna split?”
Mila glanced at them from the corner of her eye.
Nathan proposed, “Let’s ask if they can make you a smaller portion for the same price.”
Fenna nudged his arm playfully. “No way, that’s such a waste of money!”
Mila’s chest tightened, prompting her to quickly look away. Unsettling emotions churned within her,
despite knowing she had no grounds for jealousy or anger. Yet, the discomfort lingered.
Nathan sighed, relenting, “Alright, then go ahead and order.”
While Fenna placed her order, Mila informed the waiter, “I’ll have the seafood pasta, no onions and
parsley, please.”
Teasingly, Fenna commented, “Ms. York, it seems like you’re quite a picky eater.”
Mila calmly met Fenna’s gaze, and her eyes briefly brushed over Nathan’s before averting her gaze,
her demeanor growing distant.
“Being particular about my food preferences isn’t a crime, is it?” she retorted sharply.
Fenna chuckled before turning to Nathan, asking, “Nate, could you get me some yogurt, please?”
“Of course,” Nathan replied without hesitation. Their friendship spanning many years made such
requests second nature. Glancing at Mila, he asked, “And what about you, Chubs?”
Suppressing her emotions, Mila gripped her thumb against her index finger, nearly biting her lip. “Two
bottles of plum juice, please,” she responded with a strained smile.
Nathan frowned. “You never used to like sour drinks.”
Mila managed a tight–lipped smile, her eyes betraying a hint of bitterness. “Things change,” she replied
curtly.
“Alright,” Nathan said, opting not to linger on the matter. He then made his way to the store to buy the
drinks.
Seated at a table in the dining area, Mila and Phoebe occupied one side while Nathan and Fenna sat
opposite them. Originally, Mila and Nathan were supposed to sit facing each other.
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