"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.

their backs and weapons in their hands. The long hours of trekking were ten

the scene, was excited. This felt like a scene from

tissues from her pocket. "I

Arin's excitement deflated.

walked ahead, puzzled by

It left Nina feeling both irritated

by the rejection, took the

helpful, James offered, "I'll help you

cold look and

he was always rejected. Wasn't the Captain looking

and Nash didn't talk

an improvement. Arin, on the other hand was chatty and kept upa

you wipe Captain York's sweat? It

I? That's too

"That woman with the child is watching. You should show her she doesn't stand a

Nina turned to

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255