Facade of Love

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Chapter 281 An Earthquake?

Upon getting interrupted by Charlie like that, Inch reluctantly suppressed the words at the tip of his tongue and grudgingly replied, “Okay.”

I found the way these two interacted with each other quite strange.

It was not exactly strange if I considered the fact that Charlie was Inch’s superior. Even if they were friends, the difference in their positions was significant. They could not truly interact like friends.

With this in mind, I decided not to dwell on it any longer.

We had been on the road since early morning, and the continuous journey of over ten hours had kept my nerves on edge. Everyone had their limits, and after exchanging a few words with them, my focus was diverted. Fatigue began to overwhelm me.

Besides, the warmth of the fire in front of me, coupled with the hypnotic sound of the rain outside, made me drowsy. Before long, I fell asleep.

I did not sleep soundly, though. When I woke up, the rain outside was still pouring. Charlie had his eyes closed, leaning against the wall, while Inch was tending to the dwindling fire. When he noticed I was awake, he looked at me and whispered, “Did I wake you up?”

I shook my head and, noticing that the fire was dying out, glanced outside. It was still dark, and the rain was still falling, though not as heavily as last night.

I asked, “Did it rain all night?”

might be challenging. It’s not fully light outside yet. I’ll go out to find more firewood. Let Mr. Yates sleep a bit longer, and when he wakes up,

much sleep

here. It’s not fully light outside yet, and there are

for my response, he went outside.

yet they had followed me here, suffering alongside me. We were practically strangers who had met by chance, yet they were helping

I made a mental note to treat them as true friends in the

up, so I glanced over, only to see him

out to touch his forehead, wanting to check his temperature. However, as soon as

by his alert and

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it was me, he softened his gaze a bit and scanned the surroundings. When

awakening. I could not help

breath and, still concerned about his fever, I asked, “Are you feeling better?”

I furrowed my brows and said, “You had medicine last night. Why

did not shy away from my touch, allowing me to examine him. He spoke gently, his voice carrying exhaustion, “It’s

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