Facade of Love

Chapter 290 Perhaps She Truly Hates Me

I paused for a moment, not avoiding the question, and replied casually, “I encountered a little mishap.” It had been a long time since that had happened. I glanced at him and could not help but smile. “What about you? Why were you left in the primitive forest? Even the super–rich can get abandoned. Was it a kidnapping and conspiracy case, like those intense battles between wealthy families that I’ve heard of?” Those were the only scenarios that came to mind for me.

He gave a faint smile, calmly stating, “I have no family or friends, and nobody dares to pry into my affairs.”

No family or friends?

“Then what was it? Romantic entanglements?” It could not be for financial gain. I hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Or a struggle for power?”

He smiled mysteriously, putting down the mushrooms he had been holding and gazing at me. “You have quite the imagination, but none of those are the case.”

“None of those?” I hesitated for a few seconds. Perhaps it was curiosity, or perhaps I was just feeling gossipy, so I ventured further, “Revenge?”

He paused slightly, his movements becoming slightly rigid. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” I asked.

his deep, almost dark, eyes fixed on me. “Maybe she truly hates me and

and did not inquire any further. My curiosity was

my stomach felt much better, and

but it remained overcast. We did not have cell phones with us, but Charlie wore an expensive watch, which allowed us to

Waiting here any longer was not realistic. The mountain was already closed off, and there was no way anyone would venture into the mountains now. Continuing to wait here would likely mean no rescue would come, and Charlie’s injury could worsen with time, especially with his persistent fever. Once

at him and asked, “Can you continue

slightly. His voice was hoarse but still pleasant to hear as he

I helped him to

to move forward based on my instincts, he suddenly stopped, looking up at the

what he was doing and asked, “What’s

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me and, after a moment,

this

he

“When we entered the mountains, I looked at the map. Your mother’s accident site shouldn’t be far from here. If I’m not mistaken, if we keep going in this direction, we should

indicated, I asked, “How do you know that going in this direction will lead us to signs of civilization?” After all, we did not have a compass, and it was all dense