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Chapter 410

It was late at night, but Sudvilla was still brightly lit.
In the living room, Nathan sat on the sofa. He leaned back against the sofa with one hand
sofa. covering his eyes to block the light while the other rested on the back of the
He took off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. He loosened his tie, and two buttons on his white shirt
were also undone.
He remained still. His posture was relaxed and lazy as he looked slightly worn out in his disheveled
state.
He was enveloped in a gloomy sense of loneliness all around him.
After having had drinks at the banquet, the aftereffects of the alcohol began to take hold of him.
The alcohol went straight to his head, magnifying his sadness several times over. He couldn’t get Mila’s
tearful expression out of his mind and heart.
He felt like he had gone insane. Why did he think Mila would give him a proper status under Fenna’s
pressure?
Normal friend or boyfriend? Was he going nuts over wanting a label?
He had a rule of not being in any ambiguous relationships with women. But this was Wanda. He felt he
could ignore his rule and forget about the label.
If she wanted to toy with his feelings, flirt, or even have sex with him, he would go along with it as long
as she was happy.
At that moment, the phone rang.
Nathan lowered his hand and sat up straight. He reached for his phone on the coffee table and
answered it.
His voice was hoarse and deep as he asked weakly, “Is she back?”
Cole replied, “General Morrison, Ms. Hoffis went to the bar with her friend for drinks. She even danced
with a stranger.”
Nathan bent over as he lowered his head. He rested his hand on his forehead as he placed his elbow
on his knee. “Let her have fun, but you need to keep her safe. When she’s done, bring her back.”
Cole was resigned as he said, “General Morrison, I’ve tried several times to bring Ms. Hoffis back, but
she refuses to return to Sudvilla. She said she will go back to Hoffis Manor once she’s had enough
fun.”
Nathan remained silent for a few seconds. His tone was firm as he said, “If she refuses to come back,
then you need to bring her back by force.”
“Yes, General Morrison,” Cole replied before ending the call.
Tossing his phone aside, Nathan leaned back on the sofa to rest his.
eyes.
Two hours later, it was 1:30 am.
Nathan immediately snapped awake upon hearing the sound of a car outside. He stood up and
hurriedly walked out.
Outside, Cole stepped out from the driver’s seat. He went to the back and opened the car door. Nathan
walked over. He gazed intensely at the girl in the back seat.
“General Morrison, Ms. Hoffis drank a lot. She’s completely drunk,” Cole reported.
Nathan asked, “Did you safely escort her friend home?”
“Yes, I’ve sent her home.”
Nathan didn’t say anything. He leaned in and carried Mila out of the car.
As Mila gazed hazily at the man who was carrying her, she couldn’t help but pout as she wept. She
clenched her fists and pounded his chest. “Let go of me, Nathan, you bastard,” she said as she
struggled and moved around. “Don’t touch me… Nathan, I–I… don’t need you to carry me. Go and
carry your best friend. Nathan…”
Nathan carried her into the house with steady steps. He then headed straight upstairs.
Mila kept fussing until she cried. She sobbed drunkenly in his arms, “Nathan… you’re a bastard. I don’t
like you anymore. I’ll never like you again….
As Nathan entered the room and prepared to place her on the bed, her words left him stunned in place.
His heart felt like it was falling into a bottomless abyss, dark and hollow. It fell down endlessly and left
him in a state of emptiness and loneliness.
Nathan smiled bitterly as his gaze filled with endless sadness. He murmured sadly, “Who do you like?”