A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

“Oh my gosh, it’s a fish. It’s massive!” Giada exclaimed softly.

The others saw it too, and they all appeared amazed. Who’d have thought?!

The fish had been spooked, and it swam right into their trap.

“Now!” commanded Fabian when the right time came.

With that, the three guys lifted the clothes.

Splash!

The water seeped through the clothes continuously and flowed back into the river, leaving a fish that was about five pounds flopping around in there.

At that, Fabian gathered the ends and sealed the fish inside, rendering it immobile as it swayed its tail helplessly.

“Incredible!” Everyone applauded.

Meanwhile, Amelie wiped the sweat off her forehead out of habit, only to remember she was wearing a mask when she touched it.

The camera crew was so amazed by Amelie’s unusual fish-catching method that instead of filming, they brought the large white container over.

With that, the fish slipped into it, taking up half the space.

“That’s a big grass carp,” commented someone who knew what type of fish it was.

Later, Fabian led a few guys to fill the container with water, and just like that, the fish no longer flopped around but swam calmly inside.

“You have to hand it to Foxy. She sure has her ways!”

Their praise became like nails on a chalkboard for Lilith, and her originally smug face turned beyond grim.

Jodie pouted as well, surprised that Amelie was so capable.

But surely Blakey wouldn’t like a barbaric woman like her. An unadulterated man like Blake will only like otherworldly women. Sure, Foxy’s image was passable before this, but now that her ugly side has come out, Blakey will be repulsed.

At that, she looked toward Blake, who was standing in the water with his hands drooped by his sides and his pants rolled up. The droplets of water stuck to his fringe complimented his brilliantly bright eyes, which were locked onto Amelie intensely and affectionately.

For a moment, Jodie was captivated by the man’s gaze, and she wanted nothing more than to become Foxy right then so that she could bear the honor.

that, she clenched her fists, and the anger within her was

Foxy. How dare you

kicked a rock on the ground with all

Take that, you vixen!

she stubbed her toes from overexertion, and she held her toes while grimacing in pain. Just like that, her perfect

seeing that it was just about enough for them, the group carried the two large

A became

of them were willing to stray from their image and do something like that. Besides, it was humiliating to catch their fish using Amelie’s

for everyone!” Chester announced, unable to applaud the opposing team at

at Giada before

others returned to the campsite as well, feeling

away from Leo. She wanted to approach

face

glared daggers at

back to the campsite,

bank and latched her amorous gaze onto the man. “Mr. Alston, I’m pretty skilled if I do say so myself, and I also know a few ways to whip up delicacies. I’ll find some stuff and make them for you later—only for

gaze practically told him what she wanted; her

as though he never heard a word she said. In fact, he never

all despite his impassiveness, for she had gotten a good grasp of Leo’s temperament after spending such a long time with him. Instead, she narrowed her alluring eyes while a deeper desire to subjugate

was highly motivated since they managed to bag themselves a

the two other guys voluntarily put up

the other hand, squatted next to her with nothing but admiration in her eyes. “Who would’ve guessed that you know how to catch fish and gut them? You are what they call

because I was a playful child, and my dad let me mess around because he spoiled

eyes beamed brilliantly as she recalled the childhood she spent with her father, who spoiled her. He would support her no matter how

wanted to catch fish using clothes,

for his coddling, she probably wouldn’t have come up

and something hit her. “By the way, why would you be aware

wondering if the crew had told

the crew only give us pasta, and remember how they didn’t tell us anything about today’s challenge? I figured they would do something with the food. There’s nothing

you worried that you’d be wrong, though? What

fish, she pursed her lips and answered, “They wouldn’t have done so. There’s no sign of anyone ever going

they not have to worry about any accidents or infections, and the only best possible

how different she and Amelie were at this point. With a brain like Amelie’s, it

the guys finished setting up the tent, Amelie had cooked up a piping hot pot