<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Chapter 860 Share A Tent</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">There were only five tents in total. Sven had one, Zachary another. Cecilia and Nathaniel shared therger tent with the two children, while Lucille and Mason shared one as well. Thest tent belonged to Vivian.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Watching everyone return to their tents to sleep, Jessica grasped Zachary’s hand. “Zachary, I didn’t bring a tent.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“You came camping without even bringing a tent?” Zachary was at a loss for words.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As luck would have it, rain began to fall.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">As everyone else had already settled into their tents, Jessica stood under the dim light, clinging to Zachary with a pitiful expression. “I thought they sold tents up here,” she said softly, “that’s why I didn’t bring one.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Hearing this, Zachary led her to Vivian’s tent.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian had specifically prepared a kerosenemp, intending to experience the ambiance of camping on the mountaintop.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Just as she had lit it, the zipper of the tent was pulled open, revealing Zachary’s handsome yet annoyingly punchable face.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Is there something you need?” she asked, irritated.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary took a moment to size up her pink tent. It wasn’t particrlyrge, but it seemed sufficient to amodate two girls.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Jessica has nowhere to stay. Would you let</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Huh?” Vivian widened her eye</font></font>
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<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Peeking out from</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">behind Zacha</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">spoke up. “Vivian, it’s raining outside. Can wee in and talk?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">to fight. If she knew how to fight, she would’ve beaten the audacious</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian hated that she didn’t know how Zachary and the pretentious Jessica by now.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Get lost! She can sleep wherever she wants, even with you. Don’t dirty my tent,” she snapped.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Setting aside the fact that she had just met Jessica today, the fact that Jessica wouldn’t stop throwing shade at her filled her with such anger that she would never share a tent with her. If she were to share a tent with her, she’d be p*ssed to death.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary hadn’t expected Vivian to be so agitated. “Fine! If you don’t want to, then just say so. Why are you so angry?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Vivian zipped up the tent.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">It seemed as though the rain was getting heavier.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary had no other choice but to let Jessica go to his tent first.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Jessica clenched her fists. “Is there any space in Nathaniel’s tent?”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“Nathaniel’s sleeping with his wife and kids. Of course they have no room left.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I’ll go and ask.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Zachary watched her retreating figure with a sense of puzzlement.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Meanwhile, inside thergest tent on the mountain, Elliot was urging Cecilia and Nathaniel to tell him ghost stories.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">Cecilia had no idea what was going on in his mind. “Eli, those are all fake. There’s no such thing as ghosts in this world.”</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">“I just want to hear ghost stories,” Elliot said. Aware of Cecilia’s timid nature, he thought she might just end up in Nathaniel’s embrace.</font></font>
<font style="vertical-align: inherit;"><font style="vertical-align: inherit;">He learned all that from television.</font></font>
On television, couples would watch horror movies together. Whenever a terrifying scene woulde up, they would cling to each other.
Cecilia would’ve been shocked if she knew what was going on in Elliot’s mind right now.
She was just about to humor Elliot and brush him off when a figure appeared outside the tent.
Seeing that, she gave a start.
“Nathaniel, Cecilia?” Upon hearing Jessica’s voice, Cecilia breathed a sigh of relief and told herself to stop overthinking.
Cecilia unzipped the tent.
Jessica asked, “Your tent is quite spacious. Would you mind if I stayed here for the night? I didn’t bring a tent, and Vivian won’t let me stay with her.”
Cecilia was utterly astounded by her audacity.
She was married to Nathaniel, so it was only natural for them to share a tent.
And now she’s asking to sleep in our tent?
Rendered speechless by this weirdo, Cecilia was about to say no when, surprisingly, Nathaniel spoke up.