Chapter 900 Acting like A Spoiled Child


    Beryl''s POV:


    Once the night activity ended, the teacher apanied me and Arron back to our exclusive tent.


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    Thick nkets were waiting for us in the tent, and even the prepped bed was soft—just how we


    liked it. Our favorite dolls were also lying on the bed. It felt as though Mommy had just been here


    and arranged all of this for us.


    I flopped myself on the bed and raked the dolls with my arms as I rolled around. My blood rushed


    against my veins as excitement shot through me. I began to hope that tomorrow would arrive


    sooner than any logic could beat.


    "Beryl, apply the mosquito repellent." Arron climbed onto the bed with a green bottle in his hand.


    I sat up straight and rolled up the legs of my trousers. There were indeed mosquito bites on the


    exposed parts of my ankle. Perhaps I was too preupied that I hadn''t really paid attention to other


    things while we were out on the camp.


    I dug my nail on the bites to form a cross out of it and giggled at my handiwork. Arron gently


    pped my hand away and applied the ointment on the area. The night was cold outside this tent,


    but the minty ointment was colder and it made me shiver.


    Neither Arron nor I had expected the exaggeration of my reaction. It amused him. I could make out


    how he was thinking that I was really out of it.


    I gave him a cheeky smile and a pinch on his face. I was just ted. I loved my mommy and my


    brother, and no one could change it.


    Arron finished applying ointment to thest bite mark on my ankle. I waited for him to finish washing


    his hands so we could brush our teeth together. We tidied ourselves and went to bed.


    Then the day we had waited for had finallye. Before dawn on the third day, right when


    everybody else was having a good night''s rest, I woke Arron up to help me start packing up. After


    making sure everything was ready, we covered ourselves with thick coats, a scarf, and a baseball


    cap.


    We made sure to put the candies in the bag and tie our shoces tightly. We wouldn''t be risking to


    blow this n if we easily fell down with our shoces loosened.


    Just when we were ready to go out, some noise came from outside the tent. I signaled Arron to


    keep silent. Whoever was outside, they could blow our cover. I unzipped the tent and a fluffy wolf


    head squeezed in.


    It was Ian!


    I was so happy it was him. I asked Ian toe in. Arron was also surprised. He scratched Ian''s ear


    before asking me, "Did you ask Ian toe here?" "No, I didn''t. I guess he knew we were going to


    run away." I walked around Ian and eyed him happily.


    Ian squatted down and sat straight. He squeezed his wolf head on the nook of my neck and rubbed


    his head eagerly.


    "He wants to go with us." Arron voiced his observation.


    I threw Ian a hesitating look as I quickly took in his figure. He was too big, and if we walked


    together, his size alone would give us away.


    "Ian, you can''t go with us," I whispered.


    Ian tilted his head and whimpered. Then he gave me a look which suggested he didn''t understand a


    thing I was saying. Every time he wanted to do otherwise, he would pretend like he had no idea


    what I was talking about.


    "Ian, listen to me." I held his head between my hands. "Just stay in the pack and wait for us toe


    back. I will bring you something delicious when we get back and if you behave yourself."


    I tried to persuade him. But Ian just rolled over on the ground, as if he wouldn''t let us leave without


    him.


    I squatted down to his level, poked his nose with my finger, and said, "Two roast chicken drumsticks


    sounds amazing, right?"


    Ian gave a low grumble and moved his head away. I bet my offer was tempting him, but I knew he


    wouldn''t take it with his ego on the line. He wanted us to take him on our little getaway.


    I didn''t give up either. I moved, blocked my face on his, and said with all seriousness, "Three roast


    chicken drumsticks. That''s it."


    Ian blinked, as if trying to weigh everything. Just when I thought he realized the deal was more


    inclined to his favor, he sat up again but didn''t move next.


    "What do you mean?" I was confused. What more could he want?


    "He''s determined to go with us."


    Ian let out a howl in agreement to what Arron said.


    But I had no choice. Ian couldn''te with us. Having this argument alone meant we were wasting


    the time we could''ve used in stealthily making our way out of the camp.


    At this time, I heard low muffles of what seemed to be voices of the adults outside. The teachers


    were up, one after another!


    "It seems someone is approaching us. We won''t be able to leave if we don''t leave now."


    I noticed on my periphery how, even at this critical moment, Arron kept his cool. He swiftly grabbed


    the bread and food on the table and shoved them into his pocket before turning to pull me to run


    away. The doubt I had about him having second thoughts about my n slowly evanesced.