“I’ve already made a wish. Why wouldn’t I leave?” she stated as a matter-of-factly.
Terence frowned, his expression stiff. There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he asked, “Aren’t you curious about my wish?”
Halle shook her head and looked at him with a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Terence, you’re not that important to me. Also, you don’t have to worry. I won’t bother you anymore.”
The tension between them, sharp and unyielding like two locked blades, lingered long into the evening.
Outside, several large tables were set up for a grand feast. A local ethnic dance troupe had even been invited to perform.
As Halle and Terence entered the camp, they bumped into Darlene, who was carrying a bowl and a spoon.
The lively atmosphere caught Halle off guard.
“What’s going on out there? Why’s it so lively?” she asked, still trying to process the scene.
Terence opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say a word, Halle grabbed Darlene’s arm and dragged her outside.
“Captain Benson, tell me what’s happening!”
Darlene chuckled, freeing one hand to playfully tap Halle on the forehead.
“You and Terence had another fight, didn’t you? Is that why you’re sulking?”