Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

Chapter 43 Shielding All Males

Winona saw a white fluff ball sticking out its tongue, wagging its tail, jogging over, and nuzzling her leg.

"Raunchie, it's you. When did you come?"

She bent over, held the little snow wolf in her arms, and stroked his unblemished fur. The cub closed

his eyes and rumbled his pleasure.

Just then, a beep came out. It was a WhatsApp message from Matt. "Does the little buddy please you?

Turned out Matt had the wolf cub airlifted from the barracks lest she might feel lonely.

She smiled sweetly before replying, "He's much better at pleasing me than you are."

After a while, he still didn't text back. She felt a bit lost and believed that the snorty man should be

huffing. While she was hesitant about sending another message to comfort him, he gave her a call.

As she saw the familiar number on the screen, her heart thumped. She collected herself for a moment,

pressed the answer button, and said with feigned annoyance, "Anything?"

A burst of faint laughter came from the other end of the phone. "Miss me?"

"No!"

"You said no and meant yes."

"No, as you're gone, I eat well and sleep well. You can't imagine how happy I am."

"Guess I haven't fucked you good enough. Gonna have more practice when I come back. Once you're

satisfied, you'll have every reason to miss me."

"Bah! Matt, know some shame."

"If I knew it, I wouldn't be able to marry you."

It made sense. If he hadn't forced her against her will, she wouldn't have become his partner. "Cheeky

monkey," she muttered.

"I miss you."

His sudden confession was so pleasant to the ear that she felt like being drown in honey. However, she

was reluctant to admit it. "One night apart, you're being sentimental."

"I wish that I could take you wherever I go and have sex whenever I want."

…

"Listen, take good care of yourself while I'm gone. Gain some weight, I like fat pussy, and don't look at

any other guy. You can't talk to them or accept their invitations. If I found out, I would shoot him dead

and fuck you to hell!"

"Hey, I'm a doctor, okay? In my eyes, there are only patients and no gender."

"You can only treat female patients!"

What a tyrant! She looked down at the little snow wolf in her arms and grinned. "Doesn't it mean I have

to stay away from all the male creatures on the planet? Eh? Raunchie stole my underwear away. Ah,

he jumped on the bed. You slept there. Oh, by the way, he is a male wolf, right?"

The sound of him grinding his teeth came from the other end. "I have a wolf to stew!"

After hanging up the phone, she lay on the bed and laughed merrily. General Snider was cute at times.

In the next few days, she didn't receive any more phone calls from Matt or hear his flirtatious voice

again. She felt somewhat lost. She had thought that she could sleep well without him by her side. Now

she felt like a part of her was missing. She tossed and turned all night.

Now she knew how terrible habits were. She had been used to his hugging, sleeping on his arm, his

deep breath in bed, and him slapping her butt and greeting her mischievously in the morning.

Unknowingly, she had borne him in her heart.

In the office of the hospital… NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Winona was listlessly sorting out the files when the dean called her. "Dr. Winston, come to my office."

She stopped her work and went to the dean's office.

The dean smiled and signaled to her to take a seat. "The authorities want a substitute doctor from us to

go with the army to Foswye, and I want you to go."

Foswye? Wasn't it the place of Matt's drill? She had a feeling that this had something to do with Matt.

"Dean, may I ask if this is his arrangement?"

The dean smiled, "This has nothing to do with the general. Originally, the members of the medical team

had been decided, but one of them had an accident, so they have to select a substitute from the

military hospital. In terms of medical skills and conduct, you're one of the best, a walking signboard of

our hospital, and a fit for the job."

She sized Winona up, asking, "What, you don't want it?"

Winona was overjoyed at the thought of meeting Matt and replied hurriedly, "I want to go."

"Good, go home and pack up. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the authorities will send over soldiers to

escort you."

...

Lifting her dress, Lilian rushed downstairs and panted. "Dad, did you call off my medical trip to

Foswye?"

Frederick put the newspaper away. "Yeah, you haven't recovered yet, and the environment of the

military zone in Foswye is harsh. Your injury might worsen."

"Dad, I finally have an opportunity to stay with Matt. How could you do this?"

Frederick abruptly picked up a cup and threw the tea at her. "Fool! Do you want others to know your

plot?"

She was so anxious that she had forgotten how stern he was. Not happy about it, she hung her head

and whispered, "I'm sorry, dad. I was too worried."

"As I said, Matt belongs to you. No one can take him away, and you have plenty of opportunities. Clean

up your mess!"

She slowly curled her fingers. "Yes, sir."

His fingers loosened slightly, and the teacup shattered on the floor. "Keep your place in mind. Without

me, you're nothing!"

She shivered. "I know my fault now. This won't happen again."

She turned around, went upstairs to her bedroom, and locked the door. The pillow, blanket, and

bedsheet were all thrown to the floor. She wanted Matt. Why was there always someone standing

between them?

She called the leader of the medical team and learned that Winona had taken her place. In her anger,

she broke her nails but suddenly came up with an evil idea. Then she called the mysterious person.

"There is a flight bound for Foswye from Coscana tonight. Matt's chick will board that plane."

"Reliable source?"

"You bet, but I have a request."

"I'm listening."

"I've heard of your shady deals. She is a stunner, and it's your chance to make a fortune."

"As you wish."

Lilian hung up the phone and laughed. Those men were desperadoes, and their trades were dirty.

Once Winona fell into their hands, she would be tarnished, if not killed. By then, would Matt still want

her?