999 Tries Still Not His Girl novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Olivia flinched at the sudden grip on her wrist. She scowled and yanked her hand free.

Her first instinct was to snap, “What, can’t tell I’m packing?“–but the words stuck in her throat. Instead, she said quietly, “Just sorting clothes.”

She didn’t look up. “This place is damp as hell. Gotta air things out now and then or mold will eat them alive.”

Jack’s tense shoulders eased slightly. His voice settled back into its usual cold detachment. “This isn’t your mansion uptown.”

“I never said it was.” Her tone stayed calm. “And I won’t be living in any mansions anymore.”

He frowned, clearly confused by what she meant. But within seconds, his expression hardened again.

“You planning to stay on base forever? I already told you–stop clinging to me and finish your reeducation. The sooner you’re done, the sooner you go back.”

Olivia didn’t bother replying. She kept folding her clothes in silence.

After a pause, he spoke again. “I’m staying on base tonight.”

She didn’t respond.

He repeated it, this time a bit quieter. “Emily’s recovered. I sent her home.”

Then, as if trying not to sound like he cared too much, he added, “Your injuries were worse. If the pain kicks in tonight… call me. I’ll bring you the meds.”

Her hands froze.

So he still remembered.

He remembered she couldn’t handle pain.

Remembered the time she scraped her knee not long after they’d met–how she’d cried, and how he’d called her dramatic while gently dabbing antiseptic on her cut, using the pad of his finger instead of the cotton swab.

But Olivia blinked and came back to herself. Her voice was steady. “No need. I’m not scared of pain anymore.”

She stuffed the last piece of clothing into her suitcase, then looked up at him.

“if you’re done, feel free to leave. Didn’t you say we should keep things professional? Or are you worried I’ll jump you?”

Jack’s expression darkened. Without another word, he turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him.

Late that night, a blaring alarin pierced through the sound of rain hammering the roof.

Olivia shot upright in bed. Lightning lit up the sky outside; thunder cracked loud enough to shake the windows.

She rushed to the window and yanked the curtain aside–just in time to see Jack throwing on a raincoat and running out into the storm.

A second later, they nearly collided in the hallway.

*Floods hit the riverbank,” he said, jaw tight, water dripping from his chin. “We’re being deployed for disaster relief.”

“Stay here,” he added firmly. “Don’t run around.”

Olvis stood frozen at the window, watching as military trucks roared out of the gates.

Jack stood on a rise, soaked to the bone, barking orders in a hoarse voice. “Squad One–get the civilians out of the east block! Squad Two–reinforce the levee! Move!”

Jack turned, following their stares.

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