The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1051

Mila walked out hastily, joyfully welcoming Nathan home. Imogen stood quietly in the living room, watching the doorway.

A strikingly handsome, authoritative middle-aged man entered, his gentle smile lighting up the room. Without changing his shoes, he wrapped Mila in a warm embrace and kissed her lips.

"Surprised to see me?" he said tenderly.

"Yeah, I thought you weren't coming home today," Mila replied with a smile, gently pushing him away.

Nathan chuckled affectionately. "I wanted to surprise you." Then he pulled her close for a deeper kiss.

Imogen lowered her head and looked away, feeling utterly awkward.

Mila quickly pushed against his chest, whispering, "Nathan, stop. We have a guest."

Nathan paused, curiosity lighting up his eyes as he looked toward the living room. "A guest?"

Mila hummed in response and handed him his slippers. "Change your shoes and come. I'll introduce you to a friend."

"Your friend?" Nathan asked as he changed his shoes.

"Yes. She's much younger than me, a junior who helped solve a rocket program issue for the space agency. She's incredibly talented."

Mila had always admired knowledgeable people, respecting talent regardless of age or nationality.

With his slippers on, Nathan walked into the living room with Mila's arm around his. Mila beamed, "Imogen, let me introduce my husband, Nathan..." She paused, her words hanging in the air.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Imogen looked up at Nathan, a tall, imposing figure who exuded a captivating blend of handsomeness, elegance, and maturity. He was the kind of man whose striking presence left a lasting impression, impossible to forget after just one encounter.

Nathan's powerful presence made her nervous. Moreover, he bore a striking resemblance to Jasper, though his gaze was even more intense and commanding.

Imogen waited for Mila to initiate the conversation.

Mila smiled. "Meet Mr. Morrison."

"Hello, Mr. Morrison," Imogen greeted politely with a nod.

Mila pointed to Imogen and said, "This is Imogen."

Nathan smiled warmly and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Imogen."

Imogen, slightly nervous, quickly grasped his hand with both of hers. "Nice to meet you too."

She appeared polite yet reserved. Nathan, on the other hand, was gracious and forthright. After the handshake, he sat and said, "Please, have a seat."

Imogen followed suit, sitting down nervously. Unsure of what to say she

nervced at Mila awkwardly She

felt a vague familiarity about Nathan but couldn't quite place it.

She sat quietly, a hint of unease in her demeanor.

Nathan, not particularly adept in

conversing with younger women et

turned his intense gaze to Mila and asked softly, "Is everything settled with the space agency?"

"Not yet," Mila replied.

"When will you be able to come back to the lab with me?" Nathan grumbled.

With a smile, Mila countered, "Is the lab really that desperate for me?"

Nathan leaned closer, whispering, "It's me who needs you."

Mila discreetly reached toward his waist and pinched hard.

Nathan winced with his lips pursed but maintained his composure.

Turning to Imogen with a gentle smile, Mila said, "Imogen, don't be so tense. Consider this your home."

Imogen's self-consciousness heightened. She smiled politely and nodded.

Hearing Mila's words, Nathan looked at her in surprise. He leaned closer and inquired in a whisper. "Are you matchmaking for Jasper?" Mila subtly shook her head.

Nathan, who hadn't looked closely before, took another good look at Imogen. She was indeed elegant and poised, a beauty who likely appealed to Jasper. Given Mila's approval, she must be very talented.

Just as Nathan was starting to misinterpret the situation, Mila leaned in and whispered, "She's married."