Under the romantic moonlight and raging flames, the shadows of the two people intertwined were cast onto the wall. Everything was wonderful and peaceful. At 7:15 the next morning, Stella Grace woke up and looked to her right. Jasper Milton was awake as well. He supported his head with his arm and looked at her. She smiled and took the initiative to hug him and snuggled into his arms for a while. "It's getting cold. You should wear more clothes today," Jasper said. "Okay, I'll get up to make breakfast. I'll air out the quilt after that. Then, let's catch some crabs by the sea together. After having lunch, I'll take a nap while you go hunting. Sounds good?" Stella asked. Jasper smiled, "Okay." He went to wash up first. She wore an extra vest and a windbreaker on top. She had dressed that way so that it would be more convenient for her to catch crabs later. When she got out of the bedroom, the sun was shining. She took a deep breath and inhaled the fres
She took a deep breath and called Allen, "Sorry, I was offshore yesterday and there was no signal." "It's fine, I guessed as much. Natalie, I'm at the airport now. I am going back with my grandmother," Allen said softly. Stella Grace felt guilty. When she was in France, Allen took good care of her and never hesitated to help her. She promised to cook a meal for him, but she failed to do so in the end. "Will you come again?" "Of course. I have yet to transfer the company to you and there are still a lot of things that I have yet to do. I mean, I have a lot of business in A country, and I have you and Jasper as my friends. This city is special to me because of you guys, so I will definitely come back again," Allen said with a smile. "When you come back again, I will treat you to a good meal," Stella promised. "No, I'm afraid that I would be reluctant to leave once I eat it. Anyway, I checked out of your room for you, so have fun outside," Allen said me
Stella guessed that he was talking to his father. If she were his parents, she would certainly not allow him to let go of everything he had built so far. Leaving behind all the fame and success to move to another country, especially with the possibility that he might never come back in the future. While Stella was in a daze, Jasper Milton walked up to her. She looked up at him. She did not want to drag him down, but as things progressed, in a fleeting moment it was already too late. She had already burdened him, "I'm sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about. Everyone has their own ambition. I won't force others, nor do I want others to force me. I know what I should do to live a happy life," Jasper said with a smile. "Still, you owe your father a lot. Every parent hopes their child would be successful. We are parents now, so we should try to understand how your father feels. You should talk to him nicely even if he is forcing you. Perhaps, it's better if
Stella did not refuse. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. Suddenly, she thought of something and said, "We have left the dog on the yacht for a whole day. We forgot to feed him at noon." Jasper looked at her and smiled helplessly. "Okay, you cook and I'll bring the dog over. But don't let him go to the woodshed, it'll scare the rabbits. We have to raise the rabbits to eat them." Stella made an OK gesture and said, "Don't forget to bring the dog food over." She went to cook dinner and boil some water. Jasper then went to the yacht and came back with the dog. Within ten minutes, she had prepared dinner and water. She helped Jasper pull out the chicken feathers. The dog started wandering around them. It sniffed the chickens and tried to bite them. "Steper, don't do that," Stella said. The dog glanced at Stella and left dejectedly. After a while, it ran back secretly when Stella was not paying attention to it. It bit some feathers and peeked
The forest was more majestic but also more dangerous than she had imagined. The danger was not from large animals, but rather from small animals and insects. Their size made them hard to be seen by the naked eye, for example, spiders and snakes. These creatures could kill them easily if they were careless. Therefore, they would always hold a wooden stick to sweep through the path in front of them. The forest was warmer and more humid than the outside. The ground was also very slippery. Stella Grace tried her best to follow Jasper Milton. She did not want to be a burden to him. However, she could feel that he was still slowing down his pace and waiting for her. He was also more careful than usual. "It's a pity that there is no asparagus this season. Otherwise, it would be very delicious," Stella sighed. "We may not have asparagus now, but we have mushrooms," Jasper explained. Stella stopped and looked up. There were dense leaves on the top of he
It was easy to lose one's bearings in the forest as there were no landmarks. People with a poor sense of direction would find it hard to even distinguish between the direction of north, south, east, and west. Fortunately, Jasper Milton was very sharp in directions and he made marks along the trees as they went. She asked what the marks meant. He explained to her in detail that the mark indicated direction and angle. In short, it included the direction the person was standing in and the direction of the time on the watch at that moment. They would discuss the details with the team members before they began their mission. The rules for every mission were different. Even if the enemy found the marks on the tree, they would not know their direction. Only their members would know the meaning of the marks. For example, he made a 45-degree mark as he glanced at the time on his watch when he was facing south. There would be a slight deviation in the direction, but
He paused for five seconds and said, "It seems that we don't have any vegetables for dinner. Our diet is not balanced." "Don't we have mushrooms and chestnuts? We could go to the forest to find some wild vegetables tomorrow morning. Then, we could have salad and pork pies for lunch tomorrow," Stella Grace looked at the mushrooms that she had just washed. Jasper Milton nodded and said, "You should cook the pettitoes then." He continued peeling the chestnuts. Why did she think he was so cute? She put the pettitoes in the water to remove the blood and other gunk. The fire was raging, all she had to do was add wood from time to time. After having covered the lid, she peeled off the skin of the chestnuts, exposing the yellow flesh. "Aren't you cooking the pettitoes?" Jasper's voice came from behind her. Stella giggled. She understood what Jasper meant. She looked back at him and said, "Well, Mr. Milton, am I that unreliable? This is just a piece of
Jasper Milton put his arms around her shoulders and looked up at the moon. He said softly, "It's our home." The next morning, she woke up naturally at 9 a.m. She looked towards her side and found that Jasper was not around. Stella Grace got up and shouted, "Jasper." "Yes," Jasper came in. Stella saw that he was there as soon as she called him. She felt warm and she smiled, "I think I've overslept." "It's okay. I've prepared breakfast. Let's eat. Oh yes, what else do you want to bring here? Write it down for me later. I'll ask them to bring it over," Jasper said as he prepared clothes for Stella. "I'll write it now. I was too tired yesterday, so I didn't write it," Stella said apologetically. "Let's freshen up and have breakfast first. I'm not in a hurry." "Okay," Stella washed up obediently. After taking breakfast, she leaned over the table and wrote, "Dried vegetables." Jasper sent a text message. "Spices and herbs, such as black