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.

didn't seem

B is fine. Everything's fine. Mr. Morrison, I should get going now." After speaking, she slowly grasped

of the basket. He was anxious

seriously replied,

he resigned. He was puzzled, so he looked at her and asked, "Who would take back the gift they just

that Nathan didn't like

him. It was freezing outside, and she didn't want to risk going out to buy fruits, so she picked a few strawberries on

strawberries were just

these strawberries, even though

gift-giving was an expression of goodwill. Nathan didn't like strawberries, so

would be better for her to take them back

like strawberries either!"

said, "You gave them to me, so

just forget it, she could always pick a few more to share

window. It was already dark. The warm yellow street lamps

she arrived, it was

did it get