FreeNovelChapter 0489 I laughed, momentarily taken aback by her directness. "Yes, I'm married. Happily, might I add." Mila's smile morphed into something enigmatic, a strange blend of amusement and intrigue. She tossed a lock of blonde hair over her shoulder and folded her arms across her chest. "Well, I must say, I'd be very curious to meet the woman who captured you." Her comment stirred a blend of unease and curiosity in me. It was not the first twomen had flirted with me; the combination of athleticism and the sort of 'celebrity' status that cwith being a hockey player often attracted a certain level of attention.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYet, something about Mila's tone-maybe it was its unsettling blend of sincerity and humor-made the moment linger in an uncomfortable way.
But I shook it off. "I'm sure you will get to meet her," I said. "She's the team doctor in Mountainview. Perhaps you two could get along." Mila nodded, but there was something in her gaze that indicated that she didn't particularly like my comment. A silence fell between us as we continued watching the scrimmage. It was then, after having mentioned Nina, that a pang of guilt washed over me; I hadn't called her since last night, and I knew she wasn't feeling as well as she let on. I should have checked on her, but I got so caught up in everything that it slipped my mind.
Mila must've sensed my sudden detachment because her voice took on a softer tone. "You look like you've got a lot on your mind. Anything you want to share with the team doctor?" I hesitated, grappling with the boundaries of professional and personal disclosure. Finally, I opted for a generalized truth. "Just the future, I guess. There's a lot happening right now, and I have responsibilities at home, too." Mila nodded, and there was that flicker in her eyes again. Not annoyance, but something else... hope, maybe? "Well," she said, "if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. That is, assuming your... wife... is too busy, of course." I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
"Sorry," I said, slipping my phone out of my pocket.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMila's face tightened. "No worries. It was nice meeting you, Enzo." "Yeah," I said, managing a smile. "You too." As Mila walked away, I returned my attention to my phone. The screen displayed a notification for a new voicemail-from Nina. My heart tightened instinctively; she rarely ever left voicemails unless something was up.
I stepped away from the arena, finding a quieter corner to listen to her message. Her voice filled my ears, sweet and soothing as always, but there was something in her tone that I couldn't quite place. A hesitation, maybe? "Hey, it's me. I'm..." There was a long pause. Too long, in fact. Instantly, I felt an unsettling pull in my stomach. Was she okay? "I'm just calling to...uh, check in. I wanted to see how you're doing. I...I miss you."
The message ended abruptly, leavingstaring at my phone as if it could om offer sexplanation Nina's usual NO enthusiasm was oddly absent, replaced by that unexplained pause, that hesitation.
I quickly tapped out a text, my fingers hovering over the send button for a moment before I pushed yushed my doubts aside and hit it. "Hey, just got your voicemail. Sorry, it's been a little crazy here. Everything okay? You sounded a bit off." Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with her reply. "I'm fine, love. Just one of those days, you know? Enjoy your weekend, and you can tellall about it when you get home." "Fine" and "one of those days" were phrases that could mean anything and everything. I'd been married to Nina
long enough to know that her "I'm fine" often had multiple interpretations, sfar lesso m reassuring el Nathan others. But before I could think of an answer, the scrimmage ended, and Tim waveddown to meet the team. RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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