Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 108

Leaning against the tree trunk, Veronica watched as the masked man walked further and further away. In the end, stimulated by a strong desire to survive, she stood up and followed step by step behind him. They were in the wilderness, and it was getting dark soon. If she really were to stay here alone, she didn‘t know what she would be facing. However, she didn‘t want to die.

Upon hearing the sound behind him, the masked man walking ahead looked back to see Veronica stumbling after him, and a hint of surprise flickered across his eyes. He didn‘t say a word, but he slowed down his pace a lot. This woman is amazingly tough, eh?

They walked for a while until dusk deepened and they couldn‘t see any path at all. Only then did they find a suitable place to rest and take shelter from the rain. It was a cave, though. If a mudslide occurred, the mouth of the cave could be sealed at any time, burying the two of them alive. Sitting against the wall, Veronica looked weakly at the masked man with pale lips, asking, “Are you sure it‘s safe in here?”

“You can go outside if you want.” The man darted a look at her. Then, he searched for some firewood and lit a fire with the lighter–

Having walked for a long time, Veronica felt cold and tired, and she shivered with cold. When she finally felt a trace of warmth, she fell asleep on the spot.

The man sitting across from her prodded her with a stick. Realizing that she was already out cold, he turned to look at the wound on her arm. After hesitating for a moment, he walked up to her and touched her forehead, only to realize that she was having a high fever, which was most probably caused by an infection in the wound on her arm. After finding the dagger on her, he examined her wound, hesitating whether to treat the wound for her. In the end, however, he didn‘t do anything. He merely mumbled, “I‘m kind enough not to kill you.”

It was already noon the next day when Veronica came round. Even though she was still feeling dizzy, her fever had gone down. Her arm was bandaged with a strip of fabric, and her wound had been treated. She knew it was the masked man who had done these.

Luckily, the mouth of the cave didn‘t collapse either.

She sat there, yelling, “Hey, is anyone there? Are you there, masked man?”

had stopped and the sky

starving. After dragging herself through the woods for an entire day, she found some wild fruits to allay her hunger

to sleep lest she had nowhere to escape when attacked

had expected, she really heard the cries of wolves late at night. Her heart shuddered with fright, and she was panic–stricken. The only thing she could use to defend herself was the dagger that the masked man had left her.

tree while trying her best to hide her presence. However, the wolves‘ cries slowly approached, making her feel unusually insecure, especially because she was in a thick forest located deep in the mountains. It could be said that she would be up the creek without a paddle

its neck and howled. “Owooooo!” Its voice sounded very close and

but when she looked closely, she couldn‘t help but feel a chill running down her spine. It was because… the glittering spots were actually several pairs

wolves! They seemed to be

a three–meter–tall tree, but she noticed twelve greedy eyes. There were six wolves in total. How am I supposed to deal with these wolves? She felt like crying. F*ck! Am I gonna die here?

making the earth seem like it was covered with a layer of white gauze as everything was

wolves must have realized where she was hiding with their keen sense of smell, she climbed to the top of the

heard the sound of the tree trunk being scratched. The wolves were

misfortune after another. She vowed that once she left Almeida and returned to Bloomstead, she

the entire night, while the hungry

that the number of wolves had increased from six to ten. Not only that, but these wolves had no intention of leaving at all. Sitting on

she couldn‘t leave either, resulting in a war