Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570 

Yerte lewertly why Wilson hade to be instructe, but she simply smiled and changed the subject 

“Was Today’s training sesion more we than that you normally do on the base camp?” 

sure enough, the recruits‘ attention shifted immediately, and they nodded enthusiastically The chicks pecking at grain. 

“Absolutely! Today’s training taught us so much. Thank you, fnstructor Murray!” 

While the training was more beneficial than the military drills, it was also life–threatening 

Satisfied with their response, Yvette nodded. “Let’s head back and continue training 

“Instructor Murray, we’re going to drop dead. Can’t we take a break?” 

“Yeah, please! Have mercy on us!” 

Hearing their desperate pleas, Yvette narrowed her eyes and asked, “Are you all tired?” 

“Yes, Instructor Murray. We’re exhausted! Please let us rest for a bit when we get back.” 

The recruits looked at her pleadingly in an attempt to soften her heart. 

However, Yvette smirked and arched her brows lazily. “If you keep whining, I’ll add three extra hours to today’s training.” 

The recruits fell silent, their expressions turning somber as they silently mourned their fate. 

How could she say such harsh things with that sweet smile? She was even more ruthless than Adam was! They regretted ever agreeing to switch instructors. 

As evening fell, Yvette wrapped up her training for the day and returned to her assigned single dormitory at the base camp. 

Upon entering, she found Wilson sitting on the couch, his expression tense. He was more than ready to confront her about the earlier incident. 

Yvette rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She briefly considered making a run 

for it. 

“Where do you think you’re going? Come here.” Wilson immediately sensed her intentions and furrowed his brow. 

Watching this unfold from the side, Samuel couldn’t help but chuckle silently. Was Wilson finally going to stand his ground? 

Yvette looked at Wilson’s taut features as she bit her lip and walked over obediently. 

“Go ahead. I’m listening-” 

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a cool touch on her arm. Looking down, she saw Wilson gently applying ointment to her injury. His movements were careful, as if he was afraid of causing her pain. 

Yvette’s heart warmed at his tenderness, and she couldn’t help but smile. It was just a small 

wound. She hadn’t even noticed, but he did. 

Samuel rolled his eyes. He had expected Wilson to be more assertive today, but it seemed he was still under Yvette’s spell.