"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.

in their hands. The long hours of trekking were ten times more exhausting

from a romance drama. She

pocket. "I only have these. If you need more,

Arin's excitement deflated.

ahead, puzzled by Nash's

their divorce, yet now he seemed to want to be close to her again. It left

by the rejection, took the

helpful, James offered, "I'll help you wipe

look and kicked

rejected. Wasn't the Captain looking for someone to wipe his

and Nash

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

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

should I? That's too intimate,"

is watching.

turned to

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