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.

used made her blush. With a pout, she quickly denied his claims.

be used as a makeshift grill. Later on, he put the processed meat from the hare he hunted up on the grill to be roasted. Once again, the skies began to darken. The fire dispersed the cold, keeping

that the roasted hare produced, Selena could feel herself salivating heavily while she gulped. The roasted hare was just too much of a temptation to forego. She only had a few fruits during the day, so the

was staring at the roasted hare intently, Pierre cleared his throat with a smug look on his face. "Oh, you only had one chance, which was gone. Since you didn't

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 a

from the grill before cutting a slice to be tasted. "This

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, so why should I

ball. She knew she should grow a backbone, so she averted her gaze in frustration, deciding that she would