Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 815:

She gave a small nod.

“Yes, that’s me. Who are you?”

One man quickly pulled out his phone, speaking into it with clear excitement, while another turned to her and explained,

“Someone offered a hefty reward for your safe return.”

There was no doubt in her mind—it had to be Allan.

Relief washed over her as she exhaled.

“Thank you. Could you help me get back?”

After only a few steps, one of them glanced at her foot and frowned.

“Your ankle—what happened?”

forced a small

a slight twist, nothing serious. We should

let us help,”

on either side, they continued forward, but before long, hurried footsteps approached

arrived in a rush, their worried expressions illuminated by the

tense shoulders eased. Sweat clung to his forehead, and the concern in his deep

inspired by gα ℓη σ ν? ?s,

was firm but laced with

waiting for an answer, he shrugged off his jacket, draping it over her before swiftly

instructed, leaving her no chance

way back, Allan carrying her effortlessly, his grip steady and

the tent, Rachel’s ankle throbbed, the pain

was spacious, set up with everything

carefully placed her onto the bed, but before she could protest, he was already rolling up her