"Hi, I'm Nina," she introduced herself.

Nash cut their conversation short, saying, "Alright, let's move."

The child had calmed down, thanks to one of the women. Chana remained in the group, her eyes constantly drifting toward Nina and Nash, monitoring their interactions. Seeing a chance, she pulled out a handkerchief she had embroidered. "Captain, you're sweating. Let me help you wipe it off."

As she reached out, Nash turned his head, avoiding her touch. "No need."

Embarrassed, Chana apologized, "I'm sorry, Captain. I just wanted to help."

Nash pursed his lips, ignoring her. Chana felt a pang of awkwardness, unsure of how to bridge the gap between them.

Nina noticed their interaction, seeing that Chana and Nash had spent quite a bit of time together. It was evident from the way Chana offered to wipe his sweat.

As Nina was pondering this, Nash suddenly said, "You wipe my sweat."

He clearly wanted Chana to see this. Chana's face fell, her hands clenching tightly.

"Huh?" Nina was confused, wondering if he was talking to her. She looked up to see him staring back.

weapons in their hands. The long hours of trekking were ten times more exhausting for them. This

scene from a romance drama. She thought, "Go ahead, wipe it!

however, handed him some tissues from her pocket. "I only have these.

Arin's excitement deflated.

ahead, puzzled by Nash's

divorce, yet now he seemed to want to be close to her again. It left Nina feeling both irritated and confused. She had no idea what he was trying to

undeterred by the rejection, took the

to be helpful, James offered, "I'll help you

shot him a cold look

he was always rejected. Wasn't the

Nash didn't talk

was already an improvement. Arin, on the other hand was

York's sweat? It was a perfect opportunity," Arin

should I? That's too intimate,"

child is watching. You should

Nina turned to

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