The Undead and Unstoppable Apocalyptic Queen novel Chapter 639

Chapter 639 The Change in Arwen

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The squad of elite ability users that Solan had arranged for them finally arrived at the camp.

But Solan himself was nowhere to be seen.

Without the camp leader present, Theresa couldn’t exactly take everyone and leave.

“He must’ve taken my advice last night and, well, overdid it. Probably too tired to get out of bed,” Quentin said with a lazy stretch.

Theresa turned and shot him a look.

Quentin instantly laughed. “My bad, totally my fault. I should’ve kept my mouth shut.”

Just then, a brisk, cheerful voice rang out.

“Sorry, I’m late!”

Solan came running over, still buttoning his shirt.

And shockingly–his usually cold–faced wife, Arwen, was right behind him, holding his coat.

“Slow down! Button up properly!”

“Honey, why’d you come out? It’s cold. I’m fine,” Solan said, slowing his pace. He took the coat from her hands and smiled. “Go back inside.”

“You’re impossible,” Arwen muttered, giving him a sharp look. But then, right there in front of everyone, she straightened his collar and carefully buttoned his shirt one by one.

Solan looked at her, her sudden tenderness softening every sharp edge of her face. A smile spread across his usually stern features, warm enough to melt steel. “How did I get so lucky to marry the kindest woman on earth?”

“Cut it out before I smack you.”

“Smack me all you want–it’s the truth.”

Blushing under all the watchful eyes, Arwen raised her fist. “You’re shameless!”

Solan took her hand and warmed it in his own. “Your hand’s cold. Don’t make me worry. If you want to hit me, do it later–in private. Go in now. I’ll return soon.”

Arwen seemed to forget everyone else was there. The fire in her eyes softened. “Just promise me you’ll be careful. Come back safe.”

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Chapter 639 The Change in Arwon

“I promise I’ll complete the mission, Arwen.”

Solan straightened up and saluted her.

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Watching him like that, Arwen suddenly threw herself into his arms in front of everyone.

Everyone at the scene froze in disbelief.

Solan’s men were especially stunned–each of them wide–eyed, staring at their leader’s wife as she’d turned into a completely different person.

To them, Arwen had never been the warm, gentle type. She was sharp–tongued, commanding, always barking orders at their camp leader without an ounce of softness.

Worse, she was fiercely possessive. If Solan so much as glanced at another woman, Arwen would explode right then and there, throwing the entire camp into chaos.

Solan, always feeling he owed her something, indulged her temper again and again. And the more he spoiled her, the worse it got.

But today, she looked like a totally different person.

Everyone was stunned.

“How’s that, Theresa? I told you I was good,” Quentin whispered, a smug grin tugging at his lips.

Theresa glanced back at him and gave him a big thumbs–up. “Impressive.”

“Ms. Hall,” Solan said as he walked over after saying goodbye to his wife, looking slightly embarrassed, “sorry for the scene.”

“It’s nothing to apologize for, Mr. Rowen. Seeing such devotion between you and your wife is honestly heartwarming. Congratulations to you both,” Theresa replied warmly.

Solan rubbed the back of his neck. “We’ll talk about it when we’re back.” Then, he turned to his men. “Everyone’s here? Let’s move out!”

But before they could go, another voice called out.

“Solan! I’m coming too!”

Orren came running up, a mask covering a big part of his face, and jumped straight into the formation.

The moment they saw him, both Solan and Arwen’s expressions darkened.

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