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.

cast back to when the boulder came tumbling down. His lovely, soothing voice

to Joseph and Charlotte. “M-Mr. Field, I made you some stew. Thank you for saving my life.

at the pretty girl before him. She looked to be around eighteen and was

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

harder at the recollection of the passionate kiss they had shared when the man

was uniquely his, in particular, wafted to her

tender gaze, she said with a smile,

teeth, Sheryn

is she smiling at? Mr. Field must not dare

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 of

happy about me being around my savior,

hard to ignore the throbbing ache in her heart, she returned to

crowd in her tent and their mingled odor did not help

not bear to throw her stew

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