Chapter 392

After Cody and his crew left, Stella sank into the couch, leaning quietly against Jasper's shoulder.

Jasper wrapped an arm around her. "What's up?"

"I'm just really happy, content," Stella said, hugging his neck. "Jasper, thank you."

He chuckled. "Thank me for what?"

"For everything." Stella smiled at him. "For meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love, being understanding, forgiving..."

Everything felt so perfect. She wanted it to last forever, to grow old together without parting.

Jasper held her close, his heart filled with contentment.

In the kitchen, Rosie pretended not to notice her brother and sister-in-law's intimacy as she washed the dishes. She saw nothing, knew nothing.

But Cooper, the rascal, was sneakily peeping from the doorway. Rosie dragged him back by his ear, "Not allowed."

The next day, waking up naturally, Stella savored Rosie's homemade oatmeal and chatted with Jasper. "We don't have much on today. How about we haul the coal back?"

The base was about fifty kilometers from the coal yard, and with many places needing coal, trucks made the trip regularly, which was relatively safe.

Jasper had no objections; it was better to bring it back early and store it in Arcadia to avoid any potential issues.

After their home had been tampered with, they couldn't take any chances. Anything of value needed to be secured.

Jasper plucked a few hairs and stuck them in the door jamb as they left.

The road to the coal yard was clear, but the muddy track was so rutted and bumpy from repeated use that it nearly shook their guts out.

Armed soldiers guarded the coal yard, which was operated by the Kindle Society, and all the office staff were military dependents.

enough to be executed but still required to pay their debt through labor. If manpower was short, survivors from the base would also be drafted to work. The difference lay in the workload: offenders had heavier duties and were only provided with food and shelter,

and the coal yard staff quickly arranged

several hours, their turn finally came. Loading seventy tons of

sunset, they were loaded

a fully-loaded truck meant they couldn't

there, night was falling

over the radio,

shadowy figure on

frowned, "The

Rosie kept watch. "Seems

barely interacted with the outside world; she had no time to

and even the truck windows

was approaching, and whether it came to defending themselves or

nearby military trucks also transporting coal

to the base, Stella

as the military convoy split

bend in the road, and

Cooper, sat down for a break,

eating, Stella pitched a tent. "Once we deliver the coal

be safe. Let's call it a day; we've

air, human and canine alike, with Cooper's deep rumbling snore sounding as if not

tent flap, but a

saw nothing and dismissed it as

to feel the cold touch of metal

in the dark as she toyed with a weapon. And pressing against his head was a gun. Beside

tent, the snoring

realized then-it

warned that this group was tough, so

Jasper had

her voice icy: "Talk.

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