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.

one carrying it. Compared to Team A, the Team B leader didn't seem

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

the other end of the basket. He was anxious

replied, "I'm going

looked at her and asked, "Who would

that Nathan didn't like

was freezing outside, and she didn't want to risk going out to buy

strawberries were just

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

Nathan didn't like

for her to take

like strawberries

hand. He said, "You gave them to me, so they're mine now. It's none of

She should just forget it, she could always pick a

looked out the window. It was already dark. The warm yellow street lamps were on as snow fell from the

it was

it get