Apocalypse Queen: My Space, My Rules Chapter 191: A Kiss That Wasn't a Dream

Fuel deliveries to an aviation depot never came in just one truck, and they came in long convoys.

If there was one, there would be a second or a third...

Chandler used the high-pressure water gun to blast away the mud nearby, and sure enough, a second tanker truck emerged.

Following the line, he quickly located the third, the fourth...

Mariella was ecstatic. She didn't feel tired at all. She collected three trucks in one go. However, she pushed herself too far and blacked out.

When she came to, she was already back on the speedboat.

Chandler had pulled her up and removed her oxygen mask.

Seeing her awake, he let out a quiet breath and said flatly, "If you didn't wake up any sooner, I was going to give you CPR."

Mariella immediately closed her eyes again.

Chandler rolled his eyes.

A sly, triumphant grin crept onto her lips.

For some reason, she just liked teasing him, and it had become a habit.

But soon, her expression froze.

He actually kissed her!

Mariella's eyes flew open, staring in disbelief at the man in front of her.

He really kissed me!

Her first reaction wasn't to push him away. Instead, she pinched herself hard. Was this another dream?

After last night, she seriously suspected she had overworked herself collecting tanker trucks and passed out... only to fall into another vivid dream.

Why do I keep having dreams like this? Do I... actually have feelings for Chandler?

Chandler had braced himself to be pushed away; he was even prepared for a slap.

But instead, she just stared at him with those clear, stunned eyes, one hand gripping her wetsuit tightly.

The material was too tough, so no matter how hard she pinched, she couldn't feel any pain.

Mariella was dumbfounded. A daytime dream was one thing, but why wasn't it ending?

Looking at her bright, slightly dazed expression and her softly parted lips, he took her reaction as encouragement and an invitation.

His gaze darkened slightly as he cautiously deepened the kiss.

Mariella just stared at him, the sensation growing more vivid—touch, breath, warmth— She couldn't tell anymore whether this was real or not.

Chandler kissed her deeply for a while. When she still gave no response, worry kicked in. Had she stayed underwater too long? Was her brain short on oxygen?

He pulled back and touched her forehead. After that, he asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Mariella's eyes shifted as she looked up at the sky.

Still gray. No wind, no rain, no sun.

Chandler helped her sit up, his tone gentler now. "Do you feel dizzy?"

"A little." Mariella leaned into his chest, listening clearly to the steady pounding of his heartbeat.

Chandler grew uneasy. He had never seen her like this before. "Let's head back. We can have Matthew take a look..."

"No need." Mariella waved him off. "I'm just a little dizzy. I'll be fine in a minute."

She stayed leaning against him, but her mind drifted back to the fragments of last night's dream.

Oh God. Why is my brain suddenly full of this kind of nonsense?

Am I seriously getting soft again?

Mariella tapped her head in annoyance.

Chandler thought she had a headache and gently began massaging her temples.

She didn't stop him and just let him take care of her like a patient. "I'm thirsty," she added.

Chandler quickly grabbed his military canteen, unscrewed the cap, and held it up for her.

It wasn't the first time she'd used it, so Mariella didn't hesitate to take a couple of sips.

Chandler watched her carefully as she drank. She seemed fine.

After she finished, he asked cautiously, "There are still tanker trucks left. Want to keep going?"

That finally snapped Mariella fully awake. She sprang up. "Damn, almost forgot the important part."

Beauty really was distracting.

She covered her lips—the ones he had just kissed—and looked at him. "Have you ever kissed your ex?"

"I don't have an ex," he replied.

Mariella hesitated, then blurted out, "I had a boyfriend before, but he never kissed me."

The moment she said it, she realized how strange that sounded. Why am I telling him about this?

Chandler looked at her deeply and said softly, "That doesn't matter."

Mariella quickly pulled her oxygen mask back on, hiding her flushed face.

Right. It didn't matter. Everyone had met the wrong person before.

"Were you just giving me CPR?" she tried one last time.

But Chandler didn't let her escape into denial. "I was kissing you."