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.

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

of her and feeling a cool sensation on her body, she

take advantage of me in my vulnerable state?!”

her in the past. Some of them

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

I could climb down on my own, wouldn’t I have done it long ago? Would I need you to come? Need I no dignity?! Can’t you go

climbed back up, holding onto the rope.

he had long known Ashton’s condition. If she could climb down on her own, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of climbing

Emmanuel climbed back up, holding onto

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 of pride to the pain of humiliation, even at this

for nothing. I’ll reluctantly accept your help!” Ashton proudly said. “You should be grateful; I’ve never

chuckled. This aspect of the woman was somewhat similar to

her, not using

you doing?” Ashton was quite surprised. Just a moment ago, she was scolding