The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 635

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**TITLE: Kept Woman 635**

He craved nothing more than to fulfill this purpose.

For nearly five years, the world had been engulfed in flames, yet his commitment as a soldier remained steadfast and unwavering. The chaos around him seemed relentless, but within that storm, his sense of duty anchored him.

Lucas was not the type of man who would ever succumb to the allure of becoming a warlord. If there was even the slightest opportunity to provide aid, he would seize it without hesitation.

What brought him solace was the understanding that Theresa’s ambitions were always aligned with his own. In a world where trust was a rare commodity, their shared goals created an unbreakable bond.

He was a man of action, guided by deeds rather than idle gossip. Many labeled her as selfish, and whispers of her cunning nature spread like wildfire. But during the darkest times, when the world teetered on the brink of collapse, she had never faltered in her support of him.

Had another leader, blessed with the same abundance of resources, been in her position, they would have crowned themselves king long ago, basking in the glow of their power.

Power had a way of stripping away facades, revealing the true nature of individuals.

Yet, Theresa was a different breed altogether.

He had no doubt about it. Theresa embodied integrity.

As long as her interests remained untouched, she displayed a remarkable capacity for mercy. She was a formidable force, yet she possessed a conscience that guided her actions.

At that moment, the woman he revered above all others sat before him, her eyes sharp and piercing, like blades ready to cut through the tension in the air. Her glare was fixed on Quentin, who was slumped in a stupor, oblivious to the intensity of her gaze.

Quentin squirmed under her scrutiny. His eyelids fluttered open, and a cocky grin broke across his face. “What’s got your attention, captain? You got a thing for me?”

Theresa had been buried in work for hours, her mind racing with tasks and responsibilities. Quentin, unfortunately for him, had been dragged along without a choice, a reluctant companion to her relentless drive.

The moment he had settled into the helicopter, he had succumbed to sleep as if he were a stone cast into a deep abyss.

Now, with her duties finally behind her, she took a moment to truly assess him. The longer she observed, the more tension coiled in her jaw.

She was preparing to step into a veritable pit of zombies. If Quentin had shown her genuine loyalty, acquiring Professor K’s stash would have been a straightforward task.

But loyalty was the one area in which he continued to falter, despite his growing strength in every other aspect.

The sight of him sleeping soundly while she bore the weight of their dire situation ignited a fire of frustration in her chest.

“You tell me,” Theresa shot back, her voice laced with irritation.

Quentin stretched lazily, a smug expression on his face. He retrieved a folding fan from his personal space and began to wave it at her with exaggerated flair. “Alright, I see how it is. You nap, and I’ll keep watch.”

Her eyes narrowed, sharp as ice. “Are you trying to freeze me? It’s cold enough already, and you’re fanning me?”

He froze, the playful demeanor slipping away. He shoved the fan back into his belongings and produced a quilt, offering it with a sheepish grin. “Then wrap yourself up. Stay warm.”

Her glare intensified. “If I cover up now, I’ll freeze even worse when I step off this thing!”

Quentin blinked, confusion knitting his brows together. “What’s wrong with you today, boss?”

“You tell me,” she repeated, her voice firm.

Suddenly, realization flickered in his eyes. He scrambled to retrieve a thermos. “I get it. It must be that time. Let me brew you something hot. You’ll feel better.”