Phoebe stepped out of the car, ready to unload the luggage, when Cole approached with an inviting


    smile. "Let me handle that," he offered warmly. Phoebe nced at him, her curiosity piqued. His


    cheerful grin was infectious, and his eyes were sparkling with delight.


    "What got you in such a good mood?" Phoebe asked curiously.


    Cole remained silent to her question. His eyes gleamed mischievously as he stole nces at Phoebe,


    and a perpetual smile yed on his lips.


    "Did you win the lottery or something?" Phoebe asked, surprised. "Or hit the jackpot?"


    Cole chuckled softly. "No, I''m not into lottery."


    "Then why the big grin?"


    Cole''s expression turned coy as he suppressed a smile before shing his pearly-white teeth again.


    "Am I smiling?"


    Phoebe teased, "Either you''ve hit the jackpot or found a stash of cash, or perhaps you''re excited about


    your wedding night." Cole paused for a moment, his cheeks flushing slightly before muttering, "I have


    no wife."


    With that, he pushed the luggage inside, Phoebe trailing behind him.


    "General Morrison is here. Where''s that woman?" Phoebe asked coldly.


    "That woman?" Cole raised an eyebrow, puzzled.


    Phoebe''s tone turned frosty. "Fenna."


    "She''s on a mission."Text ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.


    "What kind of mission?"


    "It''s confidential," Cole responded curtly.


    Phoebe rolled her eyes at him and didn''t press further, choosing not to engage in further conversation


    with him.


    Upon arriving home, it was already evening. M hadn''t informed Nathan of their return, leaving him


    unable to prepare dinner in advance.


    Fearing that M and the baby might go hungry, Nathan made spaghetti for dinner.


    At the dining table, Cole couldn''t contain his excitement. Grinning widely, he eximed, "Thanks to


    you, I''m tasting spaghetti cooked by General Morrison for the first time."


    M''s lips curved into a gentle smile as she stole a nce at Nathan, who had just sat on his chair. His


    handsome features were graced with an endearing smile, and his eyes were radiating warmth.


    "Dig in while it''s hot," Nathan softly said to M."There''s more in the pot. I''ll get you some more after


    you finish."


    M looked at the te of spaghetti, along with the pile of meatballs. "This is too much. I definitely can''t


    finish it."


    "Have a bit more," Nathan replied. He was unaware of her appetite, but he was mindful of her need for


    nourishment.


    "I''ll have someone bring over more ingredients and arrange for a maternity nurse and maid toe


    early to take care of you."


    M lowered her gaze to savor the meatballs, murmuring, "It''s only seven months. It''s too soon to hire


    a maternity nurse. It''s unnecessary." "Okay then."


    Setting aside his fork, Nathan


    watched M eat, his eyes exuding


    ul


    warmth. A smile graced his lips he saw M enjoying her meal. Noticing the sauce staining he lips, he


    swiftly retrieved a tissue and wiped it away.


    M felt it wasn''t right to keep it from him. She exined, "There''s some adhesion between the


    centa and the uterine wall. The doctor said childbirth might be a bit tricky, so it''s safer for me to


    birth at arger hospital in


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    give


    Phoenicia."