Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107 Mealing In

Chapter 107 Mealing In

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Tristan was still right here, yet Gillian stared blatantly at a male’s chest muscles. If he stepped away for a second, would she reach out and touch it?

This was far too improper. Gillian had no sense of restraint at all. He had to keep a close eye on her. A pure, innocent male like Sylas would definitely get taken advantage of.

“Premium nutrient supplements. You’re pretty well-off, Captain Moore.”

The grip-buggy paused briefly for system scanning before driving into the residential quarter.

Gillian turned her gaze back toward the outside scenery. Most wasteland residents could not afford fresh greens. They relied on cheap synthetic vegetable paste and grain paste instead.

These tiny white paste tubes contained all the calories and nutrients a single person needed for an entire day.

Each tube only cost ten to twenty coins. They were affordable and practical, though bland and tasteless, no different from plain thin paste.

High-grade supplements were entirely different. They came in diverse flavors that closely resembled real meals. One single tube could sustain a person’s energy and nutrition for three full days.

Their price soared to over a thousand coins apiece.

Sylas did not reply. The relaxed atmosphere from earlier faded into an awkward silence inside the carriage.

Tristan forced a casual comment. “I’ve had premium nutrient supplements before. They’re not bad.”

“Okay.”

Sylas hummed softly. Gillian said nothing further.

Tristan sank into quiet frustration.

Why had he been so reckless back then? Why destroy his own wrist terminal to show off?

His brother had injected him with a regression agent, which made standard military wrist terminals unable to recognize his fingerprints.

If he still had his terminal, he could borrow money from friends. He and Sylas would never be stuck struggling over a single meal.

The grip-buggy soon pulled up in front of Gillian’s small residential building.

Mabel sat in the courtyard, watching a flock of newly hatched chicks wandering around her feet.

The courtyard’s wrist terminal system alerted her to the incoming vehicle. She stood up quickly to check the visitors.

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Chapter 107 Mealing In

“Gillian, you’re home! Sylas, Tris, you’re both here. Perfect, dinner’s ready.”

Mabel smiled warmly. She verified Sylas’s grip-buggy access and allowed it inside the front yard.

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Sylas hesitated to leave after receiving her friendly wave. He could not bear turning down her kindness, so he parked the vehicle in the yard.

“Grandma, where did you get these little chicks?”-

Gillian stepped out of the grip-buggy and crouched down to look at the tiny black chicks. They looked like little lumps of coal.

The chicks showed no fear of Gillian or the others. They hopped freely across the ground, pecking at insect powder scattered on the soil.

The sight instantly made Tristan think of Mabel’s rose blossom golden silk pastries.

His mouth watered instantly.

“Frey sent them over. The logistics section had a batch of eggs hatch ahead of schedule by mistake. Many people took some home to raise. She lives alone and couldn’t care for them, so she brought them here.”

“So it was Freya.”

Gillian gently teased the fluffy little chicks. In another four or five months, they would start laying eggs. These small creatures would keep Mabel company while she stayed at home alone.

Watching Gillian’s relaxed demeanor, Tristan let out a sharp fox chirp toward the chicks.

The sudden sound scared the tiny black chicks into tumbling and scurrying away from Gillian’s palms.

Gillian and Sylas were both amused by his childish behavior.

“Mabel, I still have duties to attend to. I should head back first.”

Sylas had been waiting for a proper chance to take his leave. Tristan’s interruption had given him an opening.

He stepped toward the grip-buggy, ready to depart.

“You’re already here, Sylas. Don’t rush off. Stay for dinner. I’ve cooked plenty of food.”

Mabel had been alone all day. She was genuinely glad to have company.

She wanted to thank Sylas for escorting Gillian home, help Gillian build better connections with legion members, and subtly gather news from the outer quarters.

Sylas had proven diligent and reliable the day before, keeping the house spotlessly clean. A hardworking male like him could not be bad-natured.

And he used to be Merrick’s subordinate. Mabel was more than happy to have him stay for a meal.

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