Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 547

Maja froze for a second, but he pulled his hand away, seeming a bit dazed from the heat.

Outside, the rain was pouring non–stop. With this kind of weather, the mountains would likely be shrouded in heavy fog. Even if someone came looking for them, it would probably take a while.

Maja threw some dry firewood into the fire, thinking that the nearest village must be pretty far away. After all, if it were close, the villagers wouldn’t need to store dry firewood up here for their mountain work.

She put her hand on lan’s forehead. He was burning up. Maja gently shifted her body, rolled up her now dry coat and placed it under his head, letting him lean against the rock wall. She then took off his already dried shirt. The back of it was stained with blood and his back was still bleeding and swollen.

With no medicine around and potential bacteria in the water, all Maja dared to do was to wrap his wound with pieces of his torn shirt.

She went to the edge of the cliff to get some spring water to moisten his lips.

When she sat back down next to him, he seemed aware and leaned his head on her shoulder. Maja watched the dancing flames, pulling her legs in to make him more comfortable.

It reminded her of the day in Crystalbrook Valley, when it was just the two of them. Back then, there was a sandstorm outside, now difference was, he was unconscious now, vulnerable, not the domineering lan she knew.

was pouring

rain. The

knew it, they had been there for hours. The fog outside had gotten even thicker. In this weather, helicopters wouldn’t be able to

under his head. But his hand clutched her wrist tightly, as if he was afraid

about to get up to add more firewood, lan put his head on her lap. All she could do was straighten her

it was easy to reminisce

be part of her life. The most recent time, the neat freak even wanted to visit her house. Like a puppy marking its territory, as if marking it would make everything in it his.

sense of reluctance welled up in her heart. That was the weak spot of women.

forehead and

outside the cave and the rain intensified. All through the night, lan kept complaining about the cold,

the fire.

up and held him tightly. He sought warmth in her arms,

Then Maja felt someone undoing her clothes. She sighed in resignation and held

down.

don’t think about anything

but his hand remained where it was. She didn’t feel like pretending to be

found the two of them

her eyes. Upon seeing lan being carried out on a

standing aside, wearing knee–high boots, looking quite imposing. He glanced

him onto the