To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 108

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The task of moving water-prone cargo into the hold and securing tarps and ropes to the cannons progressed quickly.Thanks to the sailors’ familiarity with sudden changes at sea, there was little waste of movement or effort.After meticulously packing the last of the gunpowder and cramming it into the cramped hold, raindrops began to fall heavily from the swollen rainclouds.

“Rain! It’s raining!”

“Those who want to wash, get up to the deck!”

The sailors were already stripping off their shirts.Though it hadn’t been long since leaving port, fresh water was so scarce that they seemed eager to seize the moment.Rosetta, standing casually near the deck, only noticed their shy glances after a moment, realizing they were embarrassed.

In the days of the Red Dawn, she’d grown used to seeing men wander around shirtless all the time, so it felt trivial, but these men were different.They hadn’t known her long, and they likely saw her as a refined lady, so their reaction made sense.Rosetta passed a few words of caution to the sailors nearby.

“The storm’s getting rougher, so be careful not to slip. We’ll steer around the tempest, but just in case, find that Melvin fellow and keep him by the helm.”

“What about you, my lady? Shall we collect some rainwater for you?”

At one sailor’s words, another nudged him in the ribs, as if to say, “What, make a lady wash in rainwater?”Rosetta smiled.With rainwater now soaking her sticky body in the humid air, she, too, longed to scrub with soap.

“That sounds good. When that wooden barrel fills up, bring me one.”

“Aye!”

The sailor, surprised yet intrigued by her ready agreement, seemed taken aback.Rosetta left them behind and hurried below deck.Soaked to her undergarments from just a moment on deck, she wanted to strip everything off.The thin, wet clothes clung to her chest, stomach, and thighs, stinging her delicate skin with every step.

Her drenched footsteps left bold marks on the wooden floor as she walked down the corridor.As soon as Rosetta opened the cabin door, she kicked off her sodden shoes.It seemed a maid had come earlier to light a candle, as the cabin wasn’t dark.

She hurriedly stripped off her cumbersome clothes, down to her undergarments, and wrung out her hair.Water pooled on the floor with a trickling sound, then vanished into the wood’s crevices without a trace.As she lifted her hair to keep it from sticking to her back, she turned around.

There, watching her with reddened eyes, was Cardier.She didn’t know how long he’d been there.His intense gaze slowly traced from her rounded forehead to her bare shoulders, her softly curved chest, her concave stomach, and lower still.His stare was so persistent it left a mark.A strange heat rose wherever his eyes lingered.In that moment, she felt the illusion of being the most captivating creature in the world.

When Rosetta let her hands fall, her wet hair clung to her body like seaweed.Cardier’s throat twitched with a primal intensity.He muttered something under his breath—whether a curse or admiration, she couldn’t tell.Rosetta extended her palm, beckoning him like a tame beast.

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