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.
Sheryn's heart skipped a beat when she heard that. Her mind was 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 made her feel so safe.
Unable to stop herself, Sheryn walked up to Joseph and Charlotte. “M-Mr. Field, I made you some stew. Thank you for saving my life. Have it while it's hot.”
Joseph gazed up at the pretty girl before him. She looked to be around eighteen and was a beauty to behold, but he did not remember her.
“I saved your life? I'm sorry, but I don't remember,” Joseph said with a bland expression. “Thank you for the gesture, but you can have it.”
Charlotte smiled at those words, her cheeks flushing pink. She blushed even harder at the recollection of the passionate kiss they had shared when the man was asleep.
The masculine scent that was uniquely his, in particular, wafted to her nose, causing her heart to race uncontrollably.
Upon noticing Sheryn's increasingly tender gaze, she said with a smile, “Joseph needs rest. You should go.”
Gritting her teeth, Sheryn turned to depart aggrievedly.
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