The Wrong Woman

Chapter 477

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.

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

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

other end of the basket. He

replied, "I'm going

was puzzled, so he looked at her and

remembered that Nathan didn't

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, so she picked a few strawberries

strawberries were just

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

an expression of goodwill. Nathan didn't like strawberries, so leaving the strawberries would only cause them to

better for her to take them back and share them with

like strawberries either!" she

"You gave them to me,

She should just forget it, she could always

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

it was still

get dark

out her phone to send a message to Phoebe as she walked. She wanted Phoebe to

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