Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 98

Winona rolled her eyes on him bitterly. The white bricks he mentioned were his teeth while the red wall was his tongue, she was speechless. She felt less thirsty though.

"I don't know what to do with you," she said helplessly.

He held her hand and moved forward side by side, "We are good rivals."

Winona grinned. A happy marriage was like a good rivalry. She felt lucky having met Matt. "Mr. Snider, I need your guidance for my entire life," she said as she clapped her hand together.

Matt squeezed her peachy face, smiling, "Sure, I'll make sure to train you to be a perfect little witch in bed!"

Winona burst out in laughter. He could always steer a conversation to Filthy Town. But she felt less weary after joking with him.

Her laughter attracted Lilian's attention who was afar in front, she gritted her teeth and cursed inwardly, "What a bitch! She needs Matt beside her even in the race. But it's good, Matt will be able to see how embarrassing she will be later on, it would be interesting to watch. But why hasn't the drug taken effect? It should be by now."

While she was wondering, she felt a sudden pain in her stomach and turned sweaty all of a sudden, oh no… She ate the laxative mistakenly?

She stopped abruptly, straighten her legs, contracted the muscles of her buttocks, and stood still in an odd posture.

Winona intentionally stopped next to her and asked with concern, "Is something wrong, Ms. Tucker? If you are not feeling well, I can help you call for quit."

"In your dreams!" Soon as she yelled, she farted and pooped uncontrollably, followed by liquid flowing down her pants and pungent foul scents.

Winona covered her nose and gagged. "It seems like you ate something unhygienic in the afternoon," she said with a disgusted look.

Lilian wanted to say something but the uncontrollable farts and flowing liquid with foul smells made her lose the energy to fight back.

And Matt stood beside her at this moment, giving her a disgusted and weird look that made her feel more ashamed. Pooping and farting uncontrollably in front of the love of her life was worse than killing her.

Winona enjoyed her embarrassment coldly knowing if she hadn't swapped the tray with Lilian back then, she would be the one pooping and farting publicly now.

"Ms. Tucker, should I call the doctor for you?"

Lilian looked at her, her energy was drained and was in pain, but she should not give up. "Thanks for your concern… I must… Finish the race even by crawling," she said, gritting her teeth.

Winona clapped her hands lightly, "Enjoy yourself then," and left pulling Matt along.

Matt could sense the rivalries between the two women. He thought of Lilian's condition and understood everything. "My little witch is getting smarter, you'll be the best out of best in no time," he said, smiling.

"Do you need some teachings?"

"Please enlighten me."

"You should remember the old teaching, never tries to harm others at the same time never fully trust others too; and also, one who is unaccountably solicitous is hiding evil intentions.!"

Matt's eyes shone, "Honey, are you thirsty?"

Winona rolled her eyes, "What's in your filthy mind now?"

"Crap! We are a married couple, this is called love and passion. There's nothing filthy about it."

She moved forward holding her laughter and felt refreshed when she saw the finish line. "Want a bet?"

"Tell me what crazy trick you are trying to play now."

"If you won the race you can be on top tonight in the dorm, but if you lose, you will be at the bottom."

They were given a special room in the military camp but he hadn't been there. His eyes sparkled when he heard that. "My girl has gone wild. But I'll benefit from it win or lose," he thought.

"Okay, deal!"

He became excited by imagining about her tempting movements and luscious expression on top of him. So he forced himself to slow down, as he knew only by losing the race he would get what he wanted tonight.

Winona smiled satisfyingly, she knew he would think of something else, but it was a good opportunity for her to be the champion, so she won't waste the chance.

The finish line was only a few meters away now, she picked up the pace and strode toward it as if she had just taken stimulants.

Ring! The moment she hit the bell, she collapsed to the ground as if all burden on her shoulders were lifted. At this moment, she was pulled into a pair of athletic arms, "Remember our bet, little witch."

She held her laughter and said flirtatiously, "Of course, I'm a puppy if I lie."

He was completely captivated by her, he felt like she was his whole world especially when she smiled.

"Hmm, my little puppy girl." And he kissed her.

A messy-looking figure appeared before everyone. Her head and face were covered in dust, her body was covered with a nasty smell and was currently crawling toward the finish line.

Winona sighed looking at the scene before her eyes, "Such a determined person," she said indifferently.

Matt's face darkened. He knew Lilian's intention but didn't know she was this stubborn towards him. There would be only hatred left when she failed to get his love. Keeping a woman like this in Coscana would endanger Winona.

The moment she rang the bell, Lilian turned to Matt for comfort like usual but met his fierce and murderous gaze instead. Her heart throbbed. They had been training together, so she knew him well. What she didn't expect was that he intended to kill her because of another woman.

Frederick saw how messy she looked through the big screen, he immediately sent someone to carry her into the ambulance.

In the patient's room; she was cleaned up and wearing a patient's outfit. Her pale face and chapped lips showed the pain and humiliation she had been through just now.

Her eyes swelled with tears when she saw Frederick enter the room, "Dad, Matt wants to kill me."

Frederick slapped her violently, "Useless !"

Lilian was stunned, and quickly stopped her tears from rolling down. She grabbed Frederick's wrist tightly and said firmly, "Don't worry Dad, tomorrow… I'll kill that bitch!"

Frederick gave her a map, "This is the last time I'm helping you. I hope that you will come back to me alive tomorrow."