18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 392

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.

be executed but still required to pay their debt through labor. If manpower was short, survivors from the

arranged for the

their turn finally came. Loading seventy

they were loaded

truck

there, night was

crackled over the radio, "Sis, we're being

shadowy figure on a nearby path in the dim light

frowned, "The Cyclone

it," Rosie kept watch. "Seems like

barely interacted with the outside world;

truck windows were swapped for bullet-resistant glass. The only

approaching, and whether it came to

thugs were wary of the nearby military trucks also transporting coal or had other plans, they kept

to the base,

fell quickly, and as the military convoy

in the road, and Stella stepped

sat down for a break, munching

the coal tomorrow, we can head back to base to

"It's secluded here, should be safe. Let's call it a day; we've

and canine alike, with Cooper's deep rumbling snore sounding as if not even thunder

the tent flap, but a faint noise made

pitch darkness, he saw nothing and dismissed it as

to feel the cold

toyed with a weapon. And pressing against his head was

the tent, the snoring

realized then-it

tough, so they'd brought extra

Jasper had used

stepped forward, gun aimed, her voice icy: "Talk. Who

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