Take Me Away novel Chapter 168

Fiona opened her sleepy eyes, quickly sat up and opened the tent. However, before her body was completely exposed, a dark shadow in front of her blocked the bright moonlight.

"Why are you so late, Fiona? !" Spencer then snorted, "If they gather together in a hurry, you will definitely be the last one!"

"Spencer... Mr. Spencer? " With a frown, Fiona struggled to her feet and asked, "Are you here for me? What's up? "

Spencer's chest rose and fell as he spoke. He was short of breath. He put his hand on the tent that was located by Fiona and squinted at her. "Of course I have something to tell you."

Since Fiona was trapped between her tent and Spencer, she would get close to him if she wanted to stand up. However, she got annoyed and pushed him away immediately. "Get out of the way. If you have something to say, you don't have to be so close to my tent."

Spencer didn't expect that he would be pushed away by Fiona, he turned to one side and stepped back with disdain. "If I call you from afar, can you hear me?"

"Then why did you call me?" Fiona said, smoothing out her hair.

It was until then that he recognized Fiona carefully. Her face looked even more gentle in the moonlight. Her hair looked exceptionally soft, making people feel He couldn't help but want to touch her face. The first time he saw her, he thought she was so beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help admiring her. But tonight, he felt at ease with to be with her.

"Mr. Spencer, why are you so quiet?" Fiona stared at him strangely.

"Well Ahem... " Then he covered his mouth, coughed, and pretended to be ferocious. He said, "Your hair is too long. Who allowed you to have it over your shoulders?"

Fiona touched her hair and replied, "It's our leader's permission."

"Which leader has such prestige to allow you to disobey the rules?" Said Spencer coldly.

"Mr. Spencer, do you wake me up at midnight to talk about my hair with me?" Taking a slight glance at him and looking at the sea in the distance, Fiona said, "If there is nothing important, I want to go back to sleep. Mr. Spencer, good night! "

"Sleep! Sleep! Why do you want to sleep?! I haven't eaten yet! " Spencer growled and lowered his voice.

Fiona looked at Spencer. It had been four or five hours since the dinner time had passed. But he still hadn't eaten anything?

"Why didn't you have dinner? Where did you go?" Fiona asked.

"It's none of your business!" Spencer said angrily, "I can do anything I want! Now, go and cook for me! "

"For what?" Raising her head slightly, Fiona said, "There are some leftovers tonight. You can eat by yourself."

"I said I don't want any radishes!" However, Spencer could do nothing with this stubborn girl and had to say, "It was you who asked the cook team to make this stupid carrots banquet. Of course you should take the responsibility if anything happened! It's late now. Do you still want me to ask the cooking class here? And as I said, you have to obey my orders two months before the exercise. So now, go and cook for me! This is an order! "

Caught off guard, Fiona paused and saluted, "Yes, sir!" Then she turned around and walked towards the temporary kitchen.

"I have to press you with my orders, so you can obey me, don't you?" Then Spencer turned around and caught up with Fiona.

There were three or four female soldiers patrolling in a line on duty. They were surprised to see that Spencer and Fiona walked together, but because of the darkened face of Spencer, they said nothing.

Spencer raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He irritably took off his thick coat and muttered, "It's so hot."

Fiona walked in front of him and turned a blind eye to his every move.

'I shouldn't have made fun of him. But I was the one who got hurt, ' she thought. She woke up in the middle of the night to cook for him, disturbing her sleep. She didn't want to be close to him and communicate with him any more, but things went against her will

"Why don't you answer me?" When they were about to enter the kitchen, Spencer suddenly said.

"What? Mr. Spencer, what did you say? " Fiona replied casually.

"You..." "I said it's so hot!" he said angrily

"Oh." It's very hot in August. " said Fiona coldly.

Spencer narrowed his eyes and said, "Miss Fiona, it seems that you don't want to talk to me."

"No, Mr. Spencer, you are thinking too much. This is my attitude towards people. " Fiona opened the tent of the kitchen and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"As long as there is no radish, I can eat anything." Spencer looked around the kitchen and added, "You'd better get a roast chicken."

"No, there's not." "Just cook whatever you like. There are buns and rice left. That's enough for you," Fiona replied without any hesitation.

Gulu

After she finished her words, Spencer's stomach growled. For a moment, both of them were stunned.

When Fiona was about to turn around, she heard Spencer shouting at her, "What are you waiting for! I went jogging since you had dinner. I'm starving and hot now! Cook now! "

"You want to run." Raising her eyebrows, Fiona was surprised to see the blush on Spencer's face. Without saying anything, she turned around to wash vegetables. While doing that, she asked, "Tomato and scrambled eggs?"

"Okay." Spencer found a random place to sit down, watching Fiona who was cooking and eating a cucumber.

They were speechless for a while. Outside the tent, there was sea wind, and the sound of sea waves between the heaven and earth seemed to be the only sound left.

After looking around, he turned to look at Fiona. Looking at her, he felt inexplicably relaxed. It seemed that being with her made him feel at ease. There was no need to consider those disturbing and complicated affairs, nor to think of the things he had forgotten. It seemed that

Fiona then skillfully chopped the tomato, and stirred the eggs. However, no matter how skillful she was at the moment, she could feel the passion in Spencer's eyes.

"Mr. Spencer," In view of the stifling atmosphere in the tent, Fiona opened her mouth.

"Yes?" Spencer's voice was short and confused.

"You have lost your memory..." Fiona's hand holding the spoon was a little tight, "Did you forget everything?"

A fleeting pain flashed through Spencer's eyes, but he concealed it and smiled, pretending that he didn't care at all. "Yes. But I remembered it later. "

"Have you remembered everything?" Fiona's eyes dimmed.

"Maybe the things I can't remember are not important." After he finished, only he knew that he was deceiving himself. He smelled a delicious smell of the meal and changed the topic, "Is the dinner ready?"

'Yeah, Fiona, she is always not important.'

"In a minute." It didn't take long for Fiona to come back to her senses. After a short while, she placed the plate in front of Spencer and said, "Enjoy your dinner, Mr. Spencer."

"Okay, thanks." Spencer nodded with satisfaction.

The dishes were on the table, and the rice was also on the table for him. Seeing that he was eating, Fiona stood up, bowed to him and said, "Mr. Spencer, please take your time. I'm leaving now."

Hearing her words, he looked up and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go to rest."

"Go to bed?" Looking up at her, Spencer bit his chopsticks and said, "You go to rest before I finish eating. How can you do that?"

"Mr. Spencer, you only asked me to cook for you. I don't think I have the obligation to accompany you eating, do I?"

"Who says you're not obliged!" "I..." Spencer retorted He hesitated in speaking and was trying to persuade her to stay. Suddenly, an idea occurred to him. "After I ate up, you have to wash the dishes, so you can't go!"

"But it's too late now." Fiona frowned. Although she didn't do anything today, she felt a little tired and really wanted to go to bed.

"Don't worry. I will eat fast." But Spencer didn't plan to let her go. He pointed at the chairs and tables over there and said, "Have a rest over there. I'll be done in ten minutes."

Then he started to eat again, without giving her any chance to leave.

Instead of arguing with him and making him pay more attention to herself, Fiona would rather follow his will. So she went to the table and chair, sat down, rest her head on hand, and quietly closed her eyes.

Spencer was starving, completely ignoring her. Because it was enough for him to know only if she was there.

"Fiona, I..."

After ten minutes, he finished his dinner. Suddenly, he stopped. Following the direction where Fiona was, he found that she had fallen asleep with her hands propped on the table. Her head drooped, adding to her composure and adoration.

Bang! Bang! Bang

In the tranquil tent, Spencer heard his heart beating faster and faster. The uncontrollable beating rate made him a little nervous. 'What's wrong with me? It has only been three days. Do I feel something about Fiona?' he wondered.

Spencer was shocked by his own thoughts. His eyes were wide open. When he was about to look away, he suddenly saw that since Fiona was asleep, her body fell to the side uncontrollably.

"Watch out!" And meanwhile, he rushed to her and held her head with one hand. That was quite dangerous! One more minute later, Fiona may fall.

While he was speaking, Fiona quivered. With her eyelashes fluttering, she opened her eyes and subconsciously grabbed Spencer's clothes.

"How is it going? Are you frightened? " Spencer didn't realize how concerned he had been.

Fiona raised her head and happened to look at Spencer. Suddenly she felt the temperature of his hand on her face. She was frightened and quickly released her hand. She slapped away Spencer and then stood up in embarrassment. "Get out of the way!"

While saying, she tried to squeeze through the table and leave him.

However, she strode forward without noticing the desk leg stretched out. She was about to get tripped.

"Ah --"

The next second, Fiona exclaimed, her hands ready to fall to the ground.

Spencer rushed to her and held her shoulders quickly. He was just about to hold Fiona so she wouldn't fall, but his brain was blank and his body relaxed.

"Boom!"

The moment they fell to the ground, Fiona clearly realized that her feelings for him were as much as they had been.

Her lips were so soft! This was the only clear sentence left in Spencer's muddled head.