Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

What should I do? Selena wondered. She knew Pierre would never leave things up to fate. Meanwhile, his underlings must be searching for him, so she should be following him around. With that in mind, she glanced at the direction of the forest. Did he run away?

Fear engulfed her while she sat there waiting for him. Although she thought of chasing after him into the forest, she could no longer see him, so it would be a pointless endeavor. Things would get worse if she got lost in the forest and was stuck in there. Soon, she was feeling drowsy and fatigued, which were only intensified by her fears; the fruits she just ate were already fully digested after all.

Eventually, she decided to take a nap while leaning against a rock. It wasn't until she heard some rustling noises that she opened her eyes once again. Pierre had already started a fire, which made a crackling noise while the twigs in it burned.

"You're back?" She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

"What? Are you so scared that I might run away on my own?" He was busying himself with the task in hand as he spoke.

a pout, she quickly denied his claims. "That's not it! I wished so badly that you would die in the

hare he hunted up on the grill to be roasted. Once again, the skies began to darken. The fire dispersed the cold, keeping her warm, which also made her slightly drowsy. She watched as Pierre roasted the hare. Despite his unruliness,

feel herself salivating heavily while she gulped. The roasted hare was just too much of a temptation to forego. She

cleared his throat with a smug look on his face. "Oh, you only had one chance,

soon as she heard that. “Hey, this isn't fair! I am injured, s-so I couldn't go with you! Didn't you tell me we're in the same boat? That's why we have to share everything together!" "I am injured too." He pointed at his leg. Apparently, Selena had forgotten about that. Despite having suffered an even more serious injury, he sure didn't act like someone who had taken a bullet to his leg. What

retrieved the roasted hare from the grill before cutting a slice to be tasted. "This is

outrageous! Are you really going to enjoy it alone?" By that point, she no longer cared about her pride, as all she could think of was to get her hands

when I told you to. You even wished for my death,

a backbone, so she averted her gaze in frustration, deciding that she would