NovelEnglishChapter 310 But Mila captured the sweeping scenery with her camera, imprinting it just as firmly in her memory.
The car kept moving forward.
The canyon was steep, shrouded in mist that drifted across the peaks. They drove through dense patches of forest, surrounded by the music of trickling streams and the chorus of birds and insects-a symphony of the wild.
Archie glanced at Mila, who was filming out the window, and couldn't help but tease, “Hey, Mila, don't just record the scenery! Get sshots oflooking heroic. When this is over, I'm printing them out and covering my whole wall!" After all, this was his first real adventure-something worth bragging about for years. He imagined dragging future guests over to admire his daring feats. Even his dad would have to give him a thumbs-up.
At first, Mila just ignored his chatter, letting him prattle on. When he finally quieted down, she spun around and snapped several candid shots of him, which made Archie howl in protest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mila! Why didn't you warn me? I could've struck my coolest pose! Con, do it again just one more shot!" How much cooler could he possibly look? Mila stifled a laugh and didn't reply. Her face looked more relaxed than it had in days.
The route through Esterbrook was easy enough, and soon the car emerged from the canyon and rolled into their next stop: Fortescue City-the gateway to the mountain pass.
They'd set out late that afternoon. By the tthey arrived, darkness had fallen, and a light rain had begun to mist the roads. It wasn't safe to drive when tired, especially at night.
This town was a crossroads, where different worlds met.
Neither of them was picky about accommodations. They found a small motel, checked in, washed up, and collapsed onto their beds, exhaustion dragging them into heavy sleep.
Northpoint University, Project Office.
The room was spacious, partitioned into several work areas crammed with computers and oversized monitors. At the moment, only one person was inside.
Mila sat in a corner cubicle, eyes fixed on the sea of colorful code across her screen, fingers flying over the keyboard.
A gentle voice sounded behind her. "Why aren't you at lunch?" Startled, she turned to find Forrest Whitmore, his smile warm and easy. She quickly stood and spoke with careful respect.
"Hi, Forrest." Forrest was three years ahead of her a doctoral candidate, a prodigy, and something of a campus legend at Northpoint. He was leading the computer science project she'd recently joined.
She'd heard all about him before starting: brilliant, famous, yet notoriously private. Outside of formal events, hardly anyone saw him, which only added to the mystique.
When her advisor recommended her for this project, Mila was nervous. What if he was difficult to work with? But Forrest turned out to be approachable, even gentle-she'd never met a man quite so quietly kind. Of course, when it cto his subject, he was demanding. But he never lost his composure.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStill, Mila always felt anxious around him. The pressure to perform was intense; if she messed this up, it would reflect badly on her advisor and might close doors to future opportunities.
"I just want to finish this module before I eat. I'm almost done, really..." Mila offered a quick explanation.
Forrest didn't press her. He stepped closer, eyes scanning the code filling her screen.
As he studied her work in silence, Mila tensed up. She couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong?" "No, it's good."
He gave her a nod of approval.
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he pointed out a few lines and added; "Though you could optimize these sections a bit more..." Mila listened intently, eager to learn.
Moments later, the office door swung open with a bang. Leonard strode in.
The instant she saw him, Mila shrank back slightly, her gaze dropping. "What are you doing here?" "Step outside with me."
Leonard didn't wait for an answer. He turned and left, and Mila had no choice but to follow. If Leonard showed up, it was always, about e m Lysander never anything she'd want overheard, especially since their connection was anything but public. She didn't even get a chance to ask what was wrong before Leonard said, "You'd better keep your distance from that guy." "Huh? Who?" "Forrest."
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