Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 220

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That night, Logan and Sloane returned to the family quarters.

Instead of letting Sloane cook, Logan had Dustin fetch them takeout from the mess hall.

He hovered over her with endless concern. "Did the afternoon training go a lot smoother?"

Sloane nodded. "Very smoothly. I learned a ton of combat medical skills today."

Logan looked at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I guess that makes us brothers-in-arms now."

Sloane looked up at him with wide, watery eyes.

Brothers-in-arms?

Yes, exactly that.

Regardless of their distinct professions, as long as they shared the same unwavering goals, they were comrades on the same battlefield.

After dinner, Logan went to wash the dishes while Sloane lay on the sofa, reviewing her maritime rescue manuals to cement what she had learned.

Dressed in a simple short-sleeved top and shorts, she lounged on her side, her long hair cascading past her cheeks, framing her delicate, breathtaking features.

Her long, slender legs were draped casually over the edge of the cushions, ankles delicate, toes curling slightly—she looked like a goddess reclining on a bed of petals.

And the sofa was her bed of petals.

Drying his hands, Logan walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced pears. The moment he laid eyes on this intoxicating scene, his steps faltered.

An undeniable heat flared up inside him.

Fighting back the primal urge, he took a seat beside her.

"Sloane, have some pear. It'll help cool you down," Logan murmured.

Sloane flashed him an appreciative look and reached out to take the fork from him.

But he smoothly pulled it out of her reach.

A question mark flashed through Sloane's mind.

Then, Logan brought the fork directly to her lips, waiting for her to take a bite.

He wanted to feed her.

A tremor of electricity shot through Sloane's chest.

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