The young girl stood under the light, looking a bit different from before.

Her brows and eyes were much softer, the sharpness that was once easily felt was gone, and now she was reserved and delicate, wearing a light blue sheer shirt and jeans, with short hair, red lips, and white teeth, she looked like a beautiful young man, but she was already... married.

Dallas mused lightly, and didn’t approach immediately. He asked her, "You came with Koa Jackson?"

"Yes." Mia Ginger nodded, pressing her lips together.

Her expression was polite and courteous, but it seemed she was a little guarded around him.

Remembering the previous misunderstandings, Dallas felt a bit of regret too, so after a moment of thought, he said in a low voice, "Why are you so distant with me now? Is it because I deceived you before?"

"No, it’s all in the past." Mia smiled lightly as she glanced at him.

But the feeling of estrangement didn’t escape Dallas’s notice.

Dallas’s thin lips twitched slightly, and he suddenly said, "I’m really sorry about that matter. At that time, I had some misconceptions about Koa Jackson and had a fondness for you. I wasn’t thinking carefully. Don’t keep it in mind perpetually."

"I know." Mia’s voice was very soft.

She indeed felt somewhat awkward facing Dallas.

After all—

Though Dallas and Koa Jackson were about the same age, his temperament was colder and more severe. Initially, he appeared in the role of an instructor, so she naturally placed him in a position of a mentor.

Especially since Dallas, being a soldier, had darker skin than Koa and seemed more robust. In her perception, he even seemed older than Koa, so in the process of training and guiding her, of course she admired and respected him.

And that’s all, without an ounce of romantic affection.

It was like this before the car accident, and it’s still like this after the accident. But she happened to get quite close to him for a few days to provoke Koa Jackson, even went to the civil affairs bureau together, so naturally, it’s awkward.

Now every time she meets him, she has a slight urge to avoid him.

Mia tilted her head to look behind him, just about to say she was going out for a bit, when she heard a female voice behind her, "President Taylor, you’re seven minutes late."

Who is that?

Mia was startled and subconsciously turned to look, meeting the gaze of a young woman dressed in a T-shirt and jeans.

The woman was around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with no bangs, hair that wasn’t too long or short tied up in a simple ponytail, plain-faced, with a hint of toughness in her brows, giving her a slightly androgynous aura, unlike the usual working women.

Mia thought carelessly, feeling a sense of familiarity about her, and subconsciously looked again.

Suddenly she discovered—

Just a step away, this woman was a journalist.

She was the one Mia had encountered at the surgical center of the Fourth Hospital earlier.

After she and Koa Jackson had gotten their marriage certificate at the civil affairs bureau, Koa had returned to the hospital for an operation due to a major car accident. This woman was one of the journalists who had interviewed him, and she reprimanded another gossip-hungry journalist snooping about Koa and herself, which caught Mia’s attention.

However—

She and Dallas, are they on a date here?

Mia felt as though she had stumbled upon some extraordinary secret, making her even more embarrassed.

Dallas felt a little awkward too.

Lowering his eyes to glance at the woman holding a bag not far away, he smiled lightly and said, "Miss Chapman, do you have something urgent? Well, I have matters to attend to as well, so let’s meet another day instead."

As he finished speaking, he glanced at Mia again, "Young girl, I’m heading off first."

Mia: "..."

Naturally, she was left with nothing but nodding in response.

As Dallas turned around, he saw Koa Jackson nearby.