Natalie felt a strong urge to slap him.

I don't need a mirror to tell me I look filthy right now. It's not like he is in better shape, so why should he act all disgusted?

“Take off your jacket. I want to dry it over the fire.”

Smiling, Sean replied, “How can I take off my jacket in this state?”

She suddenly remembered that both his arms were dislocated. Oh right, he can't move them at all.

“You need to undress me,” Sean continued.

She furrowed her brows as she pondered the possibility of leaving him in his wet jacket.

He piqued up, “Since you decided to save me, you should take full responsibility to ensure my survival and wellbeing. Otherwise, you should've left me to die in that ditch.”

“You...” Natalie stammered as her face reddened.

A smile broke out on Sean's face at the sight of Natalie huffing in anger.

His expression stunned her.

had seen his smile countless times in the past, though they were all

she had seen a

know what he was smiling about, but she caved and helped him remove

Under his suspicious gaze, she removed his tie and dragged it

She lined them

Sean asked, “What are you

your arms and leg,”

collected some branches for this purpose when she was

inexplicable emotion as he watched Natalie work. There was a sense of warmth that

he

time was different. It was a sincere fondness that originated from the deepest recesses

remnants of the tie. She looked at his leg and warned him, “It's going to hurt. You'll need to push through the pain. I'll tie it as tightly as I can to set your bones in their original position, or you might risk dislocating

Nodding, Sean's tone had softened

well, but she did not linger on it and began

contorted in distress as beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He

there, Natalie tore the tie into several strips. She lined them on the floor and assembled some branches of similar

him. She could hardly

heard him. She could

nerves and pushed

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