My Husband, Warm The Bed novel Chapter 1607

Seeing the pheasant, Ronald did not get his hopes up. In a forest full of weeds, it was an arduous task for two men to catch a winged pheasant. It wasn't just difficult; it was near impossible.

However, just as Ronald was pondering the matter, Levi suddenly lunged forward as quick as a flash. Ronald's head was still in a whirl when Levi succeeded in catching the pheasant.

"Holy sh*t!"

That was the power of love!

To think that Young Master Brown will willingly throw himself into catching pheasants for Monique's sake.

If news of this spread, it would be hot gossip among their teammates.

Ronald was stunned by Levi's bravery. He was at loss of words for a few minutes until Levi flung the pheasant into his hands. "Kill the pheasant and roast it for Monique. Don’t mention that it was caught by me."

Ronald grinned and teased, "Young Master Brown, you' re the one who caught the pheasant, it will not be a good idea for me to take the credit. If you are concerned about Monique, just tell her directly. You don't even have the guts to admit your feelings, how can you call yourself a man?"

Levi was miffed and retorted indignantly, "When did I show the slightest hint of concern over the heartless woman?"

Ronald chuckled. "All right, you are not concerned about her. I was wrong."

Levi gave him a cold stare and warned, "Ronald, when have you become so talkative? Utter one more word and I'll cut your tongue off."

Ronald immediately took a few steps back before he commented, "I've always been talkative. Aren't you aware of that?"

Levi leveled a glare at him. "Go!"

Ronald asked, "Aren’t you going back?"

Levi remarked, "Why are you blabbering nonsense? I've instructed you to go back."

He must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed today. What a temper!

Ronald grumbled, but he did not dare to say it aloud. He returned to the campsite with the pheasant in his arms, leaving Levi alone. Levi mumbled grudgingly, "Damn it. It's none of my business that Monique doesn't have any appetite to eat seafood. Why should I care about her? Just let her starve to death."

Nevertheless, he proceeded with the task. He quickly flung the lobster shells into the jungle and hid in the bushes. Although no pheasants emerged for a long time, he remained patient and continued waiting.

Ronald returned to the campsite with the pheasant in his arms. In the exuberance of joy, he exclaimed, "Ladies, have a look at what I've caught."