Because of the hard conditions in the disaster zone, it was a blessing to have a full belly.

For Sheryn to even cook some stew in the middle of the night was, to Charlotte, a waste of resources and a despicable act.

Sheryn looked morosely at her with eyes tinged red. “All right, then.”

Her tone was filled with disappointment. With her head bowed, she prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a violent coughing sound sounded behind her.

Sheryn spun around and saw Joseph awakened by a coughing fit. Charlotte hurried over, helped him sit up, and patted his back.

“What happened, Joseph? Are you unwell?”

“My head hurts,” he croaked as he massaged his brow. His husky voice, accompanied by the pattering of rain on the tent in the night, sounded rather charming.

Her mind was again cast back to when the boulder came tumbling

Field, I made you some

girl before him. She looked to be around

Joseph said with a bland expression. “Thank you for the gesture, but

She blushed even harder at

was uniquely his, in particular, wafted to her

with

Sheryn turned

is she smiling at? Mr. Field must not dare accept the stew I made

Sheryn’s vehement thoughts, Charlotte courteously escorted her to the entrance of the tent. “It’s late. You should get

said, trying to suppress her resentment. Holding her bowl

being around my savior, so she

hard to ignore the throbbing ache in her heart,

in her tent and their mingled odor did not help matters. She grew even more

bear to throw her stew

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