That voice... Could it be... Could it be Joshua?
Natasha's heart sank as she instinctively set down the herbs in her hands and turned to leave.
In her haste, she accidentally knocked over a bottle of herbs, scattering them on the floor.
Natasha didn't bother to pick them up. She couldn't let Joshua see her.
However, Joshua was faster.
When he saw the woman in front of him put down the herbs and leave as soon as he spoke, he became anxious. Hurriedly, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding it tightly as if afraid she would vanish at any moment.
Natasha froze in her tracks.
"Are you Professor Nancy?" Joshua's voice, unlike its usual coldness, carried a tone of politeness. Yet, upon listening closer, it was still distant.
Natasha's slender wrist was firmly held by Joshua. She couldn't break free.
Last time, Joshua had thought she was tailing him, and she had barely managed to deceive him. This time, she was wearing a lab coat. How could she explain that?
Natasha tried to
