18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 119

Chapter 119

You just couldn't pull the wool over his eyes.

Feeling embarrassed, Stella played dumb, "I think there's been a misunderstanding, I'm not trying to hide anything from you." "Do you want to know?"

"Know what?"

"My secret."

No, Stella didn't want to know. She still wanted to live, not be silenced or dissected.

Jasper kept on planting potatoes, "Stella, I trust in time."

What the hell was he implying?

Stella sensed that something was amiss and awkwardly said, "I'm sorry, I'm just naturally suspicious and find it hard to open up to people."

Despite being given a second chance at life, her post-traumatic stress disorder hadn't disappeared. She was trying to control it, and it was much better than it was at the beginning.

Jasper repeated, "You're doing just fine. I would be the same."

Well, didn't he contradict himself there? Forget it, she'd just play dumb.

After planting potatoes, they headed to 1803 to cook.

They agreed to start cooking together on Christmas Eve, taking turns for lunch and dinner.

Stella's Christmas supplies weren't going to be enough for all three families, so they had to pool resources. She provided 5 pounds of frozen potatoes, a fish, and considering her dog was a big eater, she added some grains and pasta. Jasper contributed a bag of frozen pears, 10 salted eggs, and two pounds of pork belly.

Room 1803 provided the heat source, gas, rice and oil, and some drinks.

Christmas Eve dinner was the most important meal of the year.

kitchen, with Stella giving pointers. Soon, delicious smells wafted from the

the scent of other families' dinners. Hmm, their food couldn't compare to what was cooking on the 18th

midst of a catastrophic winter, being able to celebrate

particularly generous, providing an extra pound of relief food per person to ensure everyone

the small amount allocated to each survivor, the total amount of food distributed was staggering due to

dishes of shredded pork, beef stew, fish soup, pork soup with radishes, and a big

off. The colorful confetti fluttered down, marking the start

time. She didn't know what the future held, but she felt a

cooking skills are

course, who do you think take care of

by 'take care of'? Stella frowned, these two

calm, "Yes, Stella was

Lukas, her eyes twinkling with

smile, the two of them were sure to get a beating, and their

warm

the dishes. Lukas and Angela boiled some

asked her dog to bring the iPad. She had downloaded a lot of movies, TV shows, and

squeezed in next to her, resting his head on her leg, his bright eyes staring at

used his eyes

She didn't shell many, not wanting to spoil him. She

about bankrupting 1803. She deliberately controlled Cooper's food intake during

four hours. By the time it was over, it was already late at night. She went home,

as she was about to fall asleep, her walkie-talkie rang, "Are you

was just about

just left 1803 together, could

a pause on the other end of the walkie-talkie,

her watch and saw that it was

Christmas to you and Rosie too. I hope you

you and

"Woof!"

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