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.

the dressing, Emmanuel checked his own injuries. His right arm was severely swollen, making it difficult to exert force.

shirtless man in front of her and feeling a cool sensation on her body, she suddenly sat up.

you take advantage of me in my vulnerable state?!” Ashton

past. Some of them were probably turning in their graves now. Little did she expect that this man would repeatedly undress her. Did he want

Emmanuel said, appearing

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

Emmanuel climbed back up, holding

on her own, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of climbing up the mountain and jumping down.

Emmanuel climbed back up, holding onto the

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

accept your help!” Ashton proudly said. “You should be grateful; I’ve never

similar to

rope around her, not using any

was scolding this man for lacking