Chapter 68 Out To Sketch

Fiona’s words slightly appeased Spencer, but he still scoffed nevertheless. He gave Fiona a stubborn look. "Eat if you are hungry."

She raised her eyebrows. Sighing, she then tried to prop herself up with her arms. 'How pitiful I am! In order to appease Spencer, I have to eat the food brought by him thought I'm already full.'

He put his hands on his hips, frowning at the sight of her limping. Finally having enough of it, he strode over to help her.

"Aahhh!" She shrieked, surprised by the unexpected embrace.

He held her in his arms, carrying her towards the table. "Fiona."

"Yes?"

"You’re a married woman. Don’t let yourself be carried around by other men. Don’t you understand how much people love to gossip nowadays?" Spencer was glaring at her.

"I..."

"You what?" he scoffed. "Did you even hear what I said?"

Fiona’s eyes glinted with sudden realization. Was he jealous of Ryan? It couldn’t be. The thought somehow amused her.

Noticing how dazed Fiona was, Spencer frowned.

"Hey! Did you hear me?" "What? Yes, of course I did," she hurriedly replied, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

Laughing at herself, she wondered how she could even think someone as arrogant as him could ever experience jealousy.

She spoke up while they ate, disturbing Spencer’s thoughts. "When are you going to leave?"

"Are you leaving?" He raised his head.

"I have to work on my sketching, especially since I need it for credits. I can’t leave my room, but I think I can do it here," she explained.

"Then I’m staying too."

"Don’t you have any business to attend to?"

"I’ve finished everything I wanted to in the past month. I can relax a little bit now. They won’t miss me even if I don’t go for three days or so."

"The past month?" Fiona muttered, then nodded. "Right, you’ve been working at the base for a month."

"You..." He narrowed his eyes, annoyed at her indifference. ‘She doesn’t even know how long I’ve been gone!’ he thought to himself. He threw down his chopsticks angrily on the table. "When I’m at work, you must send me messages very day, and call me every other day."

"Why?"

"It’s an order!"

She wanted to refute him, but suddenly remembered that her phone had been thrown away. She bit her lips. "Leona threw my phone away."

"No big deal. I’ll just buy you a new one when we get back," he replied.

"Thank you, but it’s okay." Fiona waved her hand. "I can go buy it myself."

"Pfft! I know you'll buy a cheap one." He frowned.

"I can do it for you. You don’t have to worry about it." "Alright then."

She nodded. Spencer gl

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

e said offhandedly, as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

"In seclusion?" Fiona asked softly.

"Yes!"

In a teasing tone, she replied, "I thought you wanted to devote yourself to the peace of the world. Why are you suddenly talking about retreating so soon?"

He smiled faintly. "When we’re young, we give everything for our country, day and night. Then, when we get old, that’s when we finally live a warm and simple life."

"I didn’t know you could say such sentimental things," Fiona said while sketching pieces of maple leaves.

Spencer suddenly felt like wishing for the future to come at that moment. He turned over and propped his head over his hand, then stared at her. "I’ll find a place with mountains and rivers, then build myself a house. I will use the hunting gun to get pheasants and roast them for you while you wash our clothes and cook. Of course, you can also relax like this and do sketches. What do you think?"

"Sounds great." Fiona stopped sketching, turning her head as she smiled. It dissipated, however, as soon as she looked at Spencer.

How could the two of them have a future?

"What’s wrong?" He noticed her expression change.

"I just..."

After a few moments, she decided not to say anything. She looked away. "The wind is rising."

He followed her gaze. At a distance, maple leaves rustled about the autumn wind, as if it were raining red.

They sat together quietly for a long time.

Spencer then caught a red leaf that was drifting around them.

"Here you go." He passed it over to Fiona. He reminded her of an innocent child as he said in a soft voice, "Look at this beautiful leaf. Take it, it’s a souvenir for you."

She bowed slightly and smiled. "Thank you."