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.

mind was again cast back to when the boulder came tumbling

“M-Mr. Field, I made you some stew. Thank you for saving my life. Have it while it’s

looked to be around eighteen and was

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

her cheeks flushing pink. She blushed even harder at

uniquely his, in particular, wafted to her nose, causing her heart to

said with a

her teeth, Sheryn turned to

Field must not dare accept the stew I made for

Sheryn’s vehement thoughts, Charlotte courteously escorted her to the entrance

trying to suppress her resentment. Holding her bowl of

be happy about me being around my savior, so she said

she thought about it. Trying hard to ignore the throbbing

their mingled odor did not help

she could not bear to throw her stew away, she

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