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.

again cast back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice had sounded in her ear when he shielded her, which had

herself, Sheryn walked up to Joseph and Charlotte. “M-Mr. Field, I made you some stew. Thank you

to be around eighteen and was a beauty

I don’t remember,” Joseph said with a bland

cheeks flushing pink. She blushed even harder at the recollection of the passionate kiss they

wafted to her nose, causing her heart to

said with a smile, “Joseph needs rest. You

Sheryn turned to

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

courteously escorted her to the entrance of the tent. “It’s

suppress her resentment. Holding her bowl of stew,

be happy about me being around my

the more she thought about it. Trying hard to ignore the throbbing ache in her

crowd in her tent and their mingled odor did not help matters.

she could not bear to throw her stew

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