Chapter 413 How to Comfort Your Husband?
Aurora was stunned to see that the person in front of her had the same build as John.
What puzzled her was that the face was quite ordinary, nothing special.
But the feeling this person gave her was so familiar...
"John?"
Aurora tentatively called out, then reached out to pinch the person's face. Sure enough, the face wrinkled a bit.
It was a fake mask.
Aurora was overjoyed. "John, I knew you'd come."
She moved to give John a bear hug.
Before she could, John quickly stepped back, standing two or three steps away from Aurora, and respectfully said, "Ms. White."
Aurora was confused, but then she heard someone behind her call out, "Ms. White, Black Hawk says it's time for dinner."
John gave Aurora a meaningful look. Aurora glared at the person calling her for dinner. "I have a stomachache, need to use the restroom. Go back and tell Black Hawk to wait."
"Yes, ma'am."
The person left respectfully.
Once they were alone, Aurora smiled. "John, why did you come in looking like this? This face is really ugly."
John had not only put on a mask but also added a fake mole with hair on it to make himself look worse.
John cleared his throat, touched the hair on the mole, and said with a stern face, "Stop joking around. As soon as I came in, I heard that Black Hawk treats you well. There's talk that he wants you to be the lady of Ironclad Union. Even Robert was publicly punished for being disrespectful to you."
Aurora immediately put on a serious expression, but looking at the hair on John's face, she couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry, I couldn't hold it in. John, you could have disguised yourself a bit better. By the way, how did you get in?"
"Ironclad Union was recruiting new members. I signed up and got in." John scolded, "Be serious."
Aurora laughed and threw herself at John, hugging his waist. "Still mad? I'll make you mad, I'll make you mad."
She started tickling John.
John's face remained unchanged, showing no signs of being ticklish.
Aurora didn't believe it and jumped up, wrapping her arms around John's neck. John instinctively supported her by holding her butt.
John, exasperated, said, "I'm still mad. Stop it. Acting cute won't work. Get down."
"No!" Aurora mimicked John's old way of acting cute and stubborn, clinging to him like a little kangaroo. "No, no, give me a kiss."
She leaned in for a kiss, but couldn't bring herself to kiss the fake face. She looked seriously at John and said, "John, this makes me feel like I'm cheating on you right in front of you."
John was silent.
At that moment, someone called out from a distance.
"Ben Butler, Ben Butler, where are you?"
John glanced over and put Aurora down. "Someone's calling me. If you don't want me to be punished like Robert, stay away from me."
Aurora touched John's face. "Don't be mad. I was wrong before. I'm sorry."
Aurora was reasonable. When she was wrong, she admitted it and apologized, even in a marriage.
John sarcastically said, "Oh, come on, how could you ever be wrong? If there's a mistake, it's gotta be someone else's fault. You're doing just great here, no need for anyone to worry."
'Oh no, John's really mad, and it seemes like he can't be easily appeased.'
Aurora knew that her previous distrust had hurt John's pride.
Aurora sighed.
The person calling John came over.
It was another recruit, Bob Carson, in his twenties, with fair skin, red lips, and white teeth, looking almost feminine.
Bob walked over and grabbed John's hand. "Ben, there you are. Hurry up, the coach is taking attendance. We'll be punished if we're late."
Aurora's eyes widened as she watched Bob hold John's hand.
"Two grown men, what are you doing holding hands? Let go."
Bob, embarrassed, quickly let go of John. "I didn't mean anything by it."
John glanced at Aurora and held Bob's hand. "I think it's fine. What's wrong with men holding hands?"
"Ms. White, we need to go train. We won't disturb your dinner with Black Hawk."
With that, John walked off, holding Bob's hand.
Aurora was fuming. As the sun set, John, with his plain face, holding hands with a good-looking young man, was quite an eyesore.
Before, the women around John were easy to deal with, not even worth worrying about. But now, a male rival? What to do?
Aurora sighed deeply at the sunset.
'My husband is mad. How to make it up to him?'
Aurora slowly returned to her room, and sure enough, Black Hawk was there.
It had been a week since they last saw each other.
The table was set with all her favorite foods.
Seeing Aurora, Black Hawk raised his right hand. "Ms. White, sit down and eat before it gets cold."
"With such a beautiful sunset, what's the point of eating indoors? I want to eat at the training ground," Aurora said. "Move everything there. I want to see how your Ironclad Union recruits are training and evaluate if they can surpass Nightfall."
The weather was indeed nice. It was already six in the evening, and the sunset was still beautiful.
Black Hawk looked at Aurora and then told his men, "Move the food to the training ground."
"Boss, are you going too? Dr. Silva said your injury..."
"It's nothing, just a minor injury. Move the food."
Black Hawk ordered, and his men pushed him towards the training ground.
Aurora noticed Black Hawk's left arm. She hadn't realized he was injured before, but now she saw that something was wrong with his left arm.
She had never seen him use his left arm.
Left arm...
Aurora remembered the severed arm left after Jack's accident.
"Ms. White!"
Black Hawk called out. "Let's go."
Aurora's thoughts were interrupted. She remembered John and Bob holding hands and walking briskly to the training ground.
Ironclad Union had recruited fifty new members this time. They were all training on the field under the coach's supervision.
Black Hawk had a canopy set up on the platform, with tables, chairs, flowers, wine, and food, making it quite enjoyable.
Aurora sat down and glanced at the recruits. She immediately spotted John, standing next to Bob, whispering about something.
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