The Wrong Woman

Nathan's gaze slowly moved to the strawberries.

The strawberries were bright red, large, and enticing. The strawberries were arranged in a very exquisite style.

Nathan looked at her suspiciously. He asked, "Did you pick these?" Mila nodded. She replied, "Yes. Some branches were hanging down, so I was able to pick some."

Nathan was very touched. But as soon as he thought about Mila's usual tricks, the warmth he felt vanished instantly.

"So, what do you need my help with?" Nathan asked. He knew she never offered kindness without an ulterior motive.

Yet, he still willingly treated her well.

Mila smiled sweetly and then approached Nathan. She said quietly, "Mr. Morrison, I want to join Team A."

Nathan's face turned grim. He looked up at her and said, "No, Team A is responsible for projects mostly on the frontlines. The work is difficult, time-consuming, stressful, and dangerous.

“You should stay in Team B and excel in your field. Besides, you've worked with several professors from Team B before, and they all like you."

Mila instantly felt lost.

So, Team A was in charge of frontline work.

Team A was the one carrying it. Compared to Team A, the Team B leader didn't seem so scary at all. Seeing her lost in thought, Nathan curiously asked, "What's wrong? Isn't Team B good enough

snapped out of her reverie. She quickly smiled and said, “No, Team B is fine. Everything's fine. Mr. Morrison, I should get going now." After speaking, she slowly grasped the small basket with both hands as she

quickly grabbed the other end of the basket. He was

replied,

so he looked at her and asked, "Who would take back

remembered that Nathan didn't

just couldn't find a better excuse to see him. It was freezing outside, and she didn't want to risk going out to buy fruits,

were

to care about these strawberries, even though he didn't

of goodwill. Nathan didn't like strawberries,

better for her to take them back and share

don't like strawberries either!" she

gave them to

she could

out the window. It was already dark. The warm yellow street lamps were

arrived, it was

get dark