Love At The Wrong Table

To make matters worse, it seemed like his safety rope wouldn’t hold for much longer. Fortunately, it was daytime, and there was still some light coming from above.

Emmanuel surveyed the surrounding environment and noticed a small cave not far away, which should barely accommodate both of them.

In the next moment, he single-handedly held Ashton, enduring the pain, and crawled toward the cave.

After some climbing, they finally landed safely with a bit of excitement. However, his safety rope, worn down by the excess weight and friction, was practically useless now.

Emmanuel gently laid Ashton flat on the ground, quickly discarded the ropes from his body, and hastened to check her condition.

The woman was still breathing; it seemed she had fainted due to excessive pain and a recurrence of internal injuries, but her life was not in immediate danger.

Emmanuel noticed blood oozing from her chest and had to undo her uniform to prepare to rebandage the wound.

As usual, she wore only pasties, and her clothing was as bold as ever. Her figure was impressive, but unfortunately, the injuries made Emmanuel uninterested.

In this remote location, Emmanuel couldn’t find any bandages or medicinal herbs. He could only stimulate a few acupoints for her and then tore off his shirt, tying it into strips to dress her wounds.

severely swollen, making it difficult to exert force. It would probably take three or four days to fully recover.

man in front of her and

How dare you take advantage of me in my vulnerable state?!” Ashton instinctively slapped

figure, there had been no shortage of men who had tried to take advantage of her in the past. Some of them were probably turning in their graves

feel that way, I won’t meddle any further,” Emmanuel said, appearing ready to leave by hanging

If I could climb down on my own, wouldn’t I have done it long ago? Would I need you to come?

climbed back up, holding onto the

gone through the trouble of climbing up the mountain and jumping down. But who’d

back up,

Ashton’s condition. If she could climb down on her own, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of climbing up the mountain and jumping down. But who’d have thought she would prefer the agony

accept your

aspect of the woman was somewhat similar to his wife.

tied the rope around her,

scolding this man for lacking manners, and now