Facade of Love

Chapter 278 Going to Lorrell

Charlie did not say much. He merely sat silently next to me, watching me anxiously making phone calls, only speaking up to urge Inch to hurry.

What was originally a four–hour drive to Lorrell took Inch less than three hours.

By the time we arrived in Lorrell, it was already noon. The small town was not as bustling as the city, but the natural scenery was pleasant. However, at this moment, I was in no mood to appreciate the scenery.

Upon reaching the town, after Inch refueled at a gas station, he looked at Charlie and me, saying, “Mr. Yates, Ms. Scott, I inquired earlier, and Snakehead Mountain is quite far from here, and it’s all mountain roads. Due to natural disasters, the area has been closed off, so we may not be able to enter the mountains.”

I remained silent for a moment and then looked at Charlie, saying, “Thank you for bringing me here. I’ll figure out a way to get into the mountains myself. You should go back!”

My words did not carry any other meaning. I genuinely felt that I should not continue to put them at risk. After all, the mountain had collapsed, and it could easily lead to other natural disasters. A misstep might result in a point of no return.

We were, after all, just strangers who had crossed paths. I should not drag them along with me any further.

However, Inch mistakenly thought I was upset because of his words. He hastily added, “Ms. Scott, that’s not what I meant. I meant that before we enter the mountains, we might need to make some preparations. Mountain roads are different, and even if we drive, we might not be able to enter the mountains before dark. It’s already noon now, and neither of you have eaten anything. How about we go get something to eat, and then I can buy some essential mountain supplies at the supermarket, just in case.”

somewhat anxious as he glanced at Charlie, afraid that he

much but instead looked at me and said, “He’s right. You just came out of the hospital, and your body hasn’t fully recovered. Going into the mountains recklessly is too dangerous. It

chance to speak. Instead, he looked at Inch and said, “Check if there’s

a restaurant up ahead. Mr. Yates, do you

me with a questioning look

in the mood to think about these

this, Charlie glanced at Inch, which

few of us went in. Perhaps because it was a small town, the restaurant

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I was not in the mood to

few dishes. It was quite a challenge for him since he had settled in Silvana for years

not stay long and excused himself. He did not return until the dishes were served. I asked and found out that he had gone to prepare the

that my situation prevented him from having a full meal; he was too busy preparing everything. But if I mentioned it, it would seem overly sentimental and pointless, so I kept the guilt to myself, making

was not eating, he did not say much and instead asked the waiter to pack

in his hands. Then, he quickly threw the lunchbox in the trash and looked at me and Charlie, saying, “Mr. Yates, Ms. Scott, I inquired earlier, and although the main road into the mountains is closed, there is still another mountain road