They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 308: Almost Broke My Ribs

Karen twisted her body and jumped, pushing off a wall to the side and launching herself sideways through a half open metal gate beside the alley. She landed hard, rolled twice, then got back on her feet with a grunt.

“Almost broke my ribs,” she hissed, but did not stop.

Now inside what looked like a local bakery’s backyard, she spotted a delivery cart, a wooden pushcart, loaded with bread and covered with a massive white cloth. The delivery boy was struggling to push it out the back gate.

Karen rushed to him. “Please,” she whispered urgently, “hide me under that cloth, now. They’re chasing me, and I’m not a thief or anything, I swear.”

The boy blinked, startled, then looked past her and saw the group of men coming down the alley. Something in Karen’s desperate eyes convinced him.

Without a word, he yanked the edge of the cloth and helped her slide under the bread pile, then casually continued pushing the cart through the front gate and onto the street.

Moments later, the guards stormed into the yard.

“Where did she go?” one barked.

The delivery boy stopped pushing and blinked at them innocently. “Who?”

“A girl, short hair, yellow dress, ran through here!”

He scratched his head. “Really? Okay. Would you like to buy some bread?”

“What do you mean, would i like to– Are you dumb?!” One of the guards barked

The rest searched the area quickly, suspicious, but there was nothing to find. Just a sweaty bread boy and a heavy cart.

one of the guards slapped the side of a

breath, sweat dripping down her face as she listened to their voices fade away.

boy wheeled the

come out now,” he

peeked out and sat up, gasping for air. “Thank you. I

“No problem. You must be important for those men to be

just laughed shakily. “You have no

ran steadily, his feet pounding against the uneven pavement, each step deliberate. He kept his breathing under control, something he had mastered during morning drills

still on him.

blood, privileged by rank. And

wind on his face. Helping a royal run away, disobeying a king’s unspoken command… even if he

the panic rising in his chest.

something steadier burned

about

between two shops. Without hesitating, John darted into it. He had no idea where it

is better

brow, but he didn’t stop. Keep going. Just

the pressure was building. The

toward what looked like a quiet storage zone. Instinct told

into the market, I’ll be

He swerved right.

nose as he entered a narrow lane filled with crates, delivery carts, and a few confused workers. One man nearly dropped a

canvas and packed with sacks of flour or rice. Without thinking, John changed his pace, suddenly

lifted the canvas and slid in among the sacks, covering himself with it. The dust made him