บททั้งหมดของ Soldier, Billionaire, and Contract Husband: บทที่ 201 - บทที่ 210

Elias’s breaths brushed against her neck, his lips grazing her delicate skin.‘Elias!’ Callie’s spine tingled. ‘I’m trying to have a serious chat here. Quit fooling around and get some rest.’She pulled back and playfully nudged him. ‘Off you go, back to your dorm.’She sent Elias on his way, his eyes filled with affection.Then, she headed to the intensive care unit to check on Harriet, who was still unconscious but stable.Afterwards, Callie got busy with her morning rounds, but the chilly air made her fingers stiff.Wendy couldn’t help but laugh. ‘Callie, you still can’t handle the cold. Let me see those hands.’Wendy took Callie’s hands and noticed they had turned red. ‘You’re freezing!’Callie grinned. ‘Looks like I might be growing frozen carrots.’Wendy teased, ‘Should I tell General Westwood? He might be quite concerned.’Callie chuckled. ‘Wendy, don’t be ridiculous.’Wendy persisted. ‘What’s absurd about it? Someone’s got to speak up since you won’t.’Callie shook her head. ‘

The frostbite on Callie’s hand wasn’t as bad as yesterday, but it still looked a bit swollen, tugging at Elias’s heart.Elias crouched down, resting his forehead against Callie’s, his eyes locking onto her almond-shaped ones. ‘Does it hurt?’‘Not really.’‘Seriously?’Callie nodded, her cheeks warming as his breath caressed her face.Despite the chaos of the borderland they lived in, the scene sent her heart aflutter.Elias, a rugged man, stood before her in the snow, gazing at her with profound affection.‘Elias, I’m truly fine.’‘Alright.’Elias gently removed the glove from her other hand, sliding his own into her white coat pocket.From his military coat pocket, Elias produced a pair of leather gloves, passing them to Callie.‘I don’t like you wearing other men’s gloves,’ he stated firmly. ‘You’re mine. I don’t want the scent of other men on you.’Elias knew those gloves were from Jamison, meant to keep Callie warm.But he couldn’t bear the thought of another man caring for her.S

Without hesitation, Ramiro swiftly produced a collection of cloth strips in various colours.Jamison distributed the cloth, his expression grave as he explained, ‘Green signals they’re relatively stable, yellow means they require more attention, and red screams for immediate treatment. Black... well, that’s a sign we’ve done all we can. Assign the appropriate colour to each patient, and let’s prioritise red, then yellow, and finally green.’Without wasting a moment, the doctors snatched up the cloth strips and began assessing the injured.Callie, with her heart racing, affixed a yellow cloth to two wounded soldiers and a red one to another.But then, a violent cough nearby caught her attention.Her gaze landed on a young soldier, barely in his twenties, coughing up blood.His abdomen was a gruesome sight, despite his futile attempts to shield it.Callie clenched her teeth and pulled out a red cloth strip from her pocket, swiftly tying it to the soldier’s arm, indicating it was an emer

Elias held Callie close.‘I won’t let you go,’ he whispered. ‘Unless I die.’‘Elias, don’t say that!’ Callie covered his mouth with her palm. ‘I don’t want to hear that word.’‘What word? The D word?’She glared at him. ‘You are still saying it!’Elias chuckled. ‘I meant, dinner.’He held her hand. ‘Hungry? I hear they are serving beef stew in the canteen.’***The infirmary buzzed with activity as a fresh wave of wounded patients filled the space, leaving doctors and nurses utterly drained.Within the limited confines of the consultation room, Callie and Jamison’s paths crossed occasionally.They both stayed occupied, wisely avoiding any mention of their impulsive kiss to spare themselves the awkwardness.The wounded included soldiers from the base and residents of the Engalia border near Kurtazagg.These border dwellers, born in this rugged region, found themselves living a nomadic life due to Kurtazagg’s internal chaos and the illegal actions of mercenaries.Though her days were ch

Once she had escorted Krug, still disguised as an old man, back to the ward, Angelia lingered in the infirmary for a while before leaving.There was a mark on her neck, a scar left by the blade.Luckily, it was winter, and her collar concealed the blemish.Otherwise, she couldn’t fathom how she’d explain it if someone asked.She was aware of the darkness in her actions and intentions.But what choice did she have?Callie, who had always appeared so innocent and pure, had taken everything from Angelia.She had ventured down the wrong path, and there was no turning back.The only way forward was to focus on her goal—to eliminate Callie.***After finishing her work, Callie made her way back to the dormitory.The snow and ice were beginning to melt, revealing the tile house’s original colours.Under the streetlamp’s soft glow, the scenery took on a different charm.As Callie walked, the snow crunched beneath her boots.Truth be told, she’d been yearning to see Elias for a while now, espe