Chapter 117 I Will Cooperate With You

• Early in the morning, it was still raining in Clamville, but it had been significantly lighter than last night. Cora got up very early to clean the wounds and change the dressings of some injured residents. Byron appeared in her tent at some point. When she found him, she could tell from his impatient look that he had obviously been standing there for a while. “What do you want?” Cora was stunned when she saw his slightly tensed jawline. “Do you want to take a shower?” Cora was speechless. For some reason, she found flirtation in his words. So she deliberately glanced at a certain part of Byron’s b*dy. Byron clearly caught her glance at him somewhere. He couldn’t help teasing her: “I just asked if you want to take a shower to wash off the sweat on your b*dy. How can you think of that? Are you lonely spending the night alone?”
• He wore a black raincoat, making him clammy and uncomfortable. Fortunately, after communication, Byron found a place where he could shower. He knew Cora always got herself thoroughly cleaned every time she showered. Now that she was in heavy rain last night, he supposed she should be eager to take a shower. But he didn’t expect Cora to get any other ideas after asking her. “I just thought you were thinking about it.” Cora felt her face burning. “I didn’t. But if you want, I can cooperate.” Byron didn’t expect that he would have a reaction to her glance just now. He was on edge. He took a cigarette and put it in his mouth. But considering that he was in the tent, he didn’t light the cigarette.
• “Who thought about it? It’s you who have dirty ideas. Don’t blame me." Cora was a little annoyed, She didn’t want to argue with him and wanted to leave the tent. But Byron quickly pulled her into his arms and said, “Yeah, I have dirty ideas. Then you cooperate with me!” Cora had almost finished treating the patients, and only she and Byron were in the tent. Cora leaned in his arms, recalling that he appeared like a savior last night, feeling happy. But his dirty words give her willies: “I won’t go.” Byron dragged her out, and Cora hurriedly refused, “Why? Aren’t you uncomfortable being clammy?” “Yes. But now is not the time to shower. I have to go to Autown later.” “Autown? Why?” “Several kinds of medicine for heart diseases are in short supply. I have to go over there to get some." “You can tell the hospital and ask them to deliver them. You don’t have to take risks now.