Chapter 335
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Chapter 335:
She struggled to keep up with his furious pace, the oversized command jacket swallowing her completely.
Jarrod suddenly stopped. His sharp eyes had noticed that her bare legs were covered in goosebumps.
He cursed under his breath, a low, guttural sound, realizing her undergarments were likely still damp from the shower incident and that the cold air was chilling her to the bone.
Without a word, he bent down and swept his left arm beneath her knees, hoisting her against his chest in one fluid motion. He braced her weight against his torso, his right arm pinned at his side.
Caroline gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck for balance. She buried her face in his shoulder to hide from the glaring overhead lights.
Jarrod carried her out of the restricted wing and directly into the main thoroughfare of the base.
Dozens of garrison troopers and base personnel froze in their tracks as the apex predator strode past them.
𝖲𝘁𝗼r𝘪𝘦s 𝘆𝗈𝘶 wо𝗻’𝘁 𝗉𝗎𝘁 𝖽ow𝗻 𝗈𝗇 𝗴𝗮𝗹ոо𝗏elѕ.𝗰𝗼𝗆
They watched in absolute, stunned silence as the terrifying Colonel Romero, a man who barely acknowledged their existence, publicly carried a woman through the heart of the base.
No one dared to speak or even breathe too loudly, their eyes wide with disbelief at the unprecedented sight.
Jarrod ignored them completely, his lethal glare daring anyone to let their gaze linger on her for more than a second.
He kicked open the double doors of the Medical Bay, startling Dr. Evelyn Reed, who was at the reception desk filling out a report.
Evelyn took one look at Jarrod’s murderous expression and immediately understood a crisis had occurred.
“A complete set of clean, dry scrubs for my wife,” Jarrod demanded, his voice brooking no delay. “Now.”
Evelyn rushed to the supply closet, returning seconds later with a neatly folded set of small blue scrubs. Seeing that Jarrod’s arms were occupied, she stepped forward and placed the bundle directly into Caroline’s hands.
“Thank you,” Caroline murmured, clutching the scrubs to her chest.
Jarrod nodded curtly to the doctor, then turned on his heel and carried Caroline back toward the private quarters, the electronic lock chiming as he kicked the door open again.
He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, the violent anger slowly bleeding out of him, replaced by a deep, simmering exhaustion.
He gestured toward the scrubs in her hands. “Change,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Then get under the covers. Now.”
Caroline nodded, quickly shedding his heavy jacket and the damp shirt, slipping into the dry, soft scrubs.
Jarrod watched her for a moment, his jaw tight, his left hand clenching into a fist at his side.
He realized his jealousy was completely out of control. He needed to physically cool down before he broke the thirty-day grace period they had agreed upon.
He abruptly turned away. “I need a shower,” he stated gruffly. “Wash off the sweat from the command center.”
He walked into the en-suite bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind him.
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