Their Punching Bag Became The Storm novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Sugar Mommy

While Emily was quietly plotting something in the shadows, Whitney and her team were in high spirits, enjoying the seafood feast. There was way more food than they could finish.

In the end, the crew couldn’t resist and joined the feast.

The whole group was having a great time together, which made the other three look more left out.

Nora actually went over and asked Kayla to join them.

The three of them wanted it so badly they could barely stand it. They almost gave in right then and there, but they held back. This wasn’t only about pride. It was about what side they were on.

Although Chase and Emily weren’t there, they still didn’t feel like they could go over and eat with them.

Therefore, they forced themselves to refuse.

In the end, worried about another incident like Chase and Emily’s mushroom poisoning, the production team brought out some ready–made food from the director’s room and gave it to them while everyone else feasted.

Normally, they wouldn’t touch this kind of junk stuff, but right now, it tasted amazing.

They ate their simple meals while the rich aroma of seafood drifted over, accompanied by bursts of laughter from the other table.

A sudden urge to cry welled up in all three of them. They felt deeply alone.

The seafood feast wrapped up on a really warm note, and viewers were basically drooling while watching it.

As they watched, people started realizing that whenever Chase and Emily weren’t around, everything felt way more peaceful Reading those comments, Emily gritted her teeth, her eyes fixed on her phone.

Then she thought about what Whitney was about to face, and she couldn’t help but smirk. She thought, ‘Enjoy it while you still can, Whitney.’

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As the seafood feast ended, the livestream came to a close as well.

After two days of nonstop rain, it got a lot colder on the wild island.

Whitney’s flimsy shelter had taken another beating from the storm and was now on the verge of collapse.

There was no way anyone could stay in there anymore.

The production team planned to clear out a staff room so they could make do for the night.

Ryan said, “Why don’t you stay at my place?”

His place was set up almost as well as the first–place reward house. It was fully equipped and had two bedrooms. The production team was stunned by Ryan’s suggestion.

Darian stammered, clearly flustered. “Th–that’s not appropriate. You and Whitney aren’t at that stage. If word gets out that you’re sharing a place, your reputations will-”

“It’s fine,” Ryan replied, completely unfazed. He kept his eyes on Whitney, waiting for her response.

Darian was speechless, thinking, ‘That’s not the point. I don’t want to stir up controversy, okay? It’s not me who’ll get dragged. It’s Whitney.‘

“My fans are pretty chill. They know I’m simply thanking the woman who saved my life, the sugar mommy who’s been taking care of me on this wild island,” Ryan said.

When Ryan said “sugar mommy,” he raised his eyebrow, he raised an eyebrow and gave Whitney a playful, slightly flirty wink. Those words rolled off his tongue with deliberate ease, softened and drawn out, carrying a warmth that lingered a little too long

Whitney thought, ‘Can he stop this for a minute?‘

She glanced at the shelter, now half–soaked from the rain, her belongings dampened along with it.

Then she looked over at Darian.

Finally, her gaze returned to Ryan. “Sure.”

Even if Ryan wasn’t as restrained as she had assumed, and even if he tried something in the middle of the night, she was confident he wouldn’t stand a chance against her.

Chapter 68 Sugar Mommy

Besides, she didn’t believe Ryan was that kind of person.

If she remembered correctly, in her previous life, Ryan had announced his withdrawal from the show on the morning of the fourth day.

That was tomorrow. He’d be leaving first thing in the morning.

Therefore, she thought spending one night with him didn’t seem like a problem. If she took over the staff’s room instead, they would have nowhere to stay.

After all, the crew was the one working the hardest.

A satisfied smile crossed Ryan’s face as he stepped forward to help Whitney with her luggage.

Her bag was sitting on some wet bushes. It was a black canvas backpack, packed full.

Whitney brushed his hand away. “You can’t.”

Ryan blinked, baffled. He thought, ‘Come on, I’m a perfectly healthy adult man. She’s underestimating me.‘

He reached out again, insisting, “I can.”

At the same time, Whitney reached for her bag as well.

Ryan’s hand came to rest over Whitney’s by accident.

They both froze for a few seconds, then lowered their gazes in unison, staring at their hands where they touched.

Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off her hand. He’d thought it would be soft and smooth, but he could feel a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips.

Without realizing it, he rubbed his thumb over her fingers.

The faint calluses did nothing to diminish the beauty of her fingers.

Whitney noticed how easily his hand covered hers.

His hands were really nice. They were smooth, well–shaped, and the kind that people noticed if they were into that. When his fingers curled around hers, it felt as though something quietly sparked within her.

A sudden warmth spread through her, sharper than she expected.

Whitney quickly pulled her hand away, grabbed her bag, and headed toward Ryan’s place.

She appeared composed, while her emotions were anything but calm.

Ryan watched her leave, then slowly lowered his gaze to his hand that had just touched hers.

He slowly curled his fingers, as if savoring the lingering sensation, his eyes growing darker with thought.

Then he followed after her at an unhurried pace.

Darian thought, ‘Something is going on with them. I swear, it’s not as simple as it looks. There’s definitely something there.‘ Darian felt like he’d uncovered something huge and ended up staying up all night.

He figured putting them in the same room would definitely lead to something spicy, and he thought he’d find out soon enough.

However, the next morning, when Ryan’s door opened, only Whitney stepped out.

She wore a black–and–white tracksuit, her long hair tied into a high ponytail. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, but she still looked better than most actresses all done up.

There was a faint trace of fatigue in her eyes as she stepped out.

Darian tensed up, thinking, ‘Did something actually happen between them?‘

Darian licked his lips nervously.

He was about to test the waters when Whitney cut in, “Darian, Ryan is not feeling well. He needs help.”

Darian was shocked, thinking, ‘What? He needs help? Did they really go that hard last night? Was Ryan the one taking the lead?

Darian could barely contain the sparkle of gossip in his eyes.

Whitney scratched her head, puzzled by his reaction.

She thought, ‘Isn’t Darian usually respectful toward Ryan? Now he’s sick. Why does Darian look so amused? Wait, does he have some kind of thing for Ryan?”

Chapter 69 Ryan Is Sick

Chapter 69 Ryan Is Sick