Chapter 14 Picked a Waste?

Catherine placed the grilled fish neatly on clean, broad leaves, swiftly cleaning the fish bones with a tree branch. A whole large sea fish, not like cooking, more like dissecting the fish on an operating table, the fish bones were picked clean very neatly. After washing her hands, Catherine planned to grill another fish. Noel and Ivan both looked at the grilled fish. Not because they were hungry. While in the forest, Catherine had found them plenty of fruits and other food to stave off hunger. Noel and Ivan had already been fed halfway by Catherine. The distribution of the first fish meant Catherine's favoritism. Ivan, unusually, took the initiative to speak up. He sat on a large rock with his chin supported, the hot sun casting a shadow over his prominent features, making Ivan's appearance even more profound. "Catherine." Ivan said softly, his voice low and sexy. Though he only called out a name, the meaning behind it was crystal clear. Noel gritted his tee