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.

on me. “Maybe she truly hates

My curiosity was satisfied at this point. It would be impolite to continue asking.

better, and the warmth

due to having eaten and feeling warmer. I checked the sky, but it remained overcast. We did not

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 it got serious, it would become a real

at him and

was hoarse but still pleasant to hear as he replied,

that, I helped him to

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

did not understand what he was doing and

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to me and, after a moment, pointed in a

this

hesitated for a few seconds, not understanding why he

hummed and said calmly, “When we entered the mountains, I looked at the map. Your mother’s accident site shouldn’t be far from

and following the direction he 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