Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 200

Danielle kept talking as she ate. "Dozens of elite operators from around the world were there. We trained and competed simultaneously. They confiscated all our comms, which is why I barely reached out. When we first got there, some of the Western operators looked down on us. They thought we were all bark and no bite..."

*

Sloane and Zoe walked along the beach back toward the dorms.

Zoe was still trying to comfort her. "Don't worry about tonight. I have plenty of backup plans. We can use the PA system, do a public confession on the parade ground, or... we could even do it from a helicopter!"

Sloane stopped and looked at her. "You really love Fred, don't you?"

"Obviously! I'm physically addicted to the guy. Everything he does is insanely attractive." Zoe leaned in and whispered, "I've even licked the sweat off his skin. Most girls think guy sweat is gross, but I think it smells amazing."

Sloane was speechless.

She had absolutely no desire to lick anyone's sweat, no matter how much she loved them.

Sloane asked, "Hypothetically, if you and Fred broke up for some reason, and you went to the Civil Affairs Bureau and married someone else, but then Fred came back begging to get back together... would you do it?"

Zoe caught on instantly. "Are you saying the commander's ex-girlfriend is back?"

Sloane nodded.

They had reached the commercial strip. Before Zoe could fully process the hypothetical scenario, she gasped, pointing at one of the open-air food stalls. "Sloane... I think that's them."

Sloane turned to look.

Through the glass, she saw a man and a woman sitting across from each other.

The woman was eating a bowl of soup, chatting animatedly. She had a striking, athletic complexion and stunning, confident features. She was tall—at least five foot nine—with a powerful yet slender build. She truly looked like a blooming black rose, radiating intense charisma.

Sitting across from Logan, they looked like an incredibly well-matched couple.

A wave of bitter envy washed over Sloane.

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