Facade of Love

Chapter 284 Are You Afraid?

A whole night of heavy rain had left the road slippery and treacherous, especially at higher elevations.

Charlie, with his injured leg and a fever that had raged all night, was showing signs of exhaustion after walking for a while.

Looking at him, I asked worriedly, “Are you okay?”

He gave a slight shake of his head, but his complexion had turned even paler. Worried that he might not have the strength to continue, I reached out to support him, and he did not refuse. He looked at me and muttered, “Thank you.”

I shook my head in return. My guilt and worry overwhelmed me. I could not help but sorry.” My heart ached, knowing that it was all my fault. A wealthy man accustomed to a life of say, “I’m luxury had no reason to endure such danger in a place like this.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “What are you apologizing for? I chose to follow you. Just don’t leave me behind if I can’t walk later.”

Hearing his words, I furrowed my brow. “What are you saying? How could I ever leave you?” Given the circumstances, if I were to leave him behind, what kind of person would I be?

He smiled faintly, his dark eyes seemingly carrying a deeper meaning. I did not have the energy to delve into it. I continued to support him as we walked, taking in our surroundings. Looking at this real–life setting, I realized the insignificance of humanity.

gray sky above, and underfoot, there was a tangle of vines and undergrowth. In front of us, there was no clear path anymore, only muddy clay and a labyrinth of vines, roots, and

and I asked in a hoarse voice, “Mr. Yates, are you okay?”

raised his eyes slightly and weakly replied, “I’m fine.

said, he pushed himself up

the side, and in an instant, I desperately clung to his waist. Despite using all my strength, I could not

might get injured, I cushioned the fall, but I hit

His handsome face was still covered in sweat.

the sky.

closed, and his breath was extremely weak. His expensive

I said, my voice involuntarily trembling, as I

actions, he slightly opened his eyes and looked at me, repeating the same words, “I’m fine.”

already a critical situation, and he was still insisting that

the sweat from his face and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Suddenly, I realized that we had no map, compass, or even our phones. They had all been buried in our

panic surged within me. “Mr. Yates, we