To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 109

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When she briefly fainted and then opened her eyes, Cardier attentively took care of her every need. He waited on her hand and foot without letting her get out of bed, bringing every kind of food available on the ship. He seemed genuinely determined to feed her well. Except when she went to the restroom, he never left the room, and within just three days, soft fat had started forming around his waist.

“Eat more.”

When she set down her rye bread topped with avocado, poached egg, and bacon, Cardier said with a regretful expression. Ro shook her head.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Could you have overstrained your body recently?”

He brought a ripe grape to her lips, worried. Overstrained? All she’d done was lie around eating and lounging. Indifferently, Ro opened her mouth and accepted the grape. The juicy flesh burst inside her mouth, releasing a rich, sweet aroma. He carefully wiped the juice trickling from her lips with his sleeve.

“Once we disembark, I’ll arrange for better meals.”

“Where are we now?”

“We’ll arrive at the outpost in thirty minutes. I’ll help you change clothes.”

“…What?”

Even if she’d been dazed these past few days, this couldn’t be right. Ro slipped out from under the thin blanket and opened the small window attached to the cabin. As if to confirm Cardier’s words, a loud bell rang from the watchtower—signaling land had been sighted.

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As soon as they disembarked, they were immediately guided toward the island’s center. “They” meant only Ro and Cardier; the crew remained docked at the port, restricted from freely moving about the camp under the justification that civilians couldn’t wander military grounds. Still, their treatment was courteous, and Ro quickly dismissed any lingering unease.

Entering deeper, she could clearly see beneath a low hill: soldiers’ tents, officers’ quarters, and the central command tent—all laid out in plain view. Though she couldn’t precisely identify each, she could guess by the size of the tents. Navy flags, bright blue, fluttered everywhere across the camp, giving the sensation of gazing upon a rippling sea.

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