Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1138

“Hey man, here’s a new winter coat. Hurry up and put it on.”

“I brought you some thick socks, too. They’re fleece-lined and super warm.”

“This pillow goes behind your back. Should help your injury feel a little less sore.”

The hospital room filled with a kind of warmth that had nothing to do with blankets. The wounded soldiers, who’d been staring at nothing, just sat there, stunned, new supplies in their hands.

They looked at the woman in front of them, so beautiful it was almost unreal. Someone finally spoke, his voice hesitant.

“Miss, did you really buy all this for us?”

“This must’ve cost a fortune. We can’t accept it. The army has rules…”

Emmy just smiled and tucked a pair of socks into the soldier’s hand.

“It’s all approved by your superiors. Besides, it’s just a little something from a family member.”

“You’re out there on the front lines risking everything. The least we can do back here is try to keep you warm.”

“Compared to what you all go through, this is nothing.”

The soldier clutched the socks, eyes suddenly red.

His voice shook. “At least… can you tell us your name? Or your unit? So if we ever—”

Emmy shook her head gently. “No need for names. Just think of us as volunteers.”

That whole afternoon, every wounded person in the hospital—soldiers and civilians alike—got a package full of warmth. Nothing fancy, but exactly what they needed most.

People whispered, trying to figure out who the kind-hearted girl was. No one had a real answer. They only knew she was a friend of a severely wounded patient’s family.

She was breathtaking, but her kindness outshone everything.

Emmy stood in the doorway, watching as the soldiers finally managed small smiles. It made her heart feel a little lighter.

She didn’t want her name out there. She didn’t want James to have any extra trouble.

What she did was just a little thing. If it helped the soldiers suffer even a bit less, maybe it would bring James some luck too.

…

Far away, deep in the jungles of Southeast Asia, rain poured down in sheets.

It had been coming nonstop for two days and nights. The thick jungle had turned into a swamp, every step sinking and slow.

James lay flat in the mud behind a tangled bush. Rain slid off his hard jaw, dripping into the muck. His face was streaked with green camouflage, only his sharp, cold eyes visible.

His teammates behind him didn’t move, looking more like statues than men. They’d gone into the fight already wounded. After two days of raids and counterattacks, everyone was bleeding somewhere new.

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