My Mute Bride

Chapter 261 Getting Hurt Again

Rachel frowned. Continuing to ignore the man, she picked up another tent pole, asking, “Victor, which side should this belong to?” Victor replied, “Over there. Just put it through.”

“No, you can’t put it through directly.” Justin dug out a connector from the bag next to him. “Connect it to this first.”

Reaching the end of her patience, Rachel immediately tossed the tent pole aside. The tent pole produced a dull sound as it dropped to the ground and bounced back up. “Since you’re so good at it, do it yourself. I’ll go gather some firewood,” she said. Then, she turned around and left the campsite without looking back.

At first, Victor wanted to go after Rachel, but Justin grabbed him before he could do so. “What are you doing, Mr. Wade? Come and teach me how to pitch the tent.”

Victor shook him off peevishly. “Don’t you know how to do it yourself?”

“I’ll only pitch one tent. If you can bear the sight of me sharing a tent with Rachel tonight, then leave as you please.”

“In your dreams!” Victor immediately decided to stay. “I’m gonna keep a close eye on you even if I won’t get to sleep tonight. Don’t you dare think about taking advantage of Rachel! You can fool her about what the hell you’re coming for, but you can’t fool me!”

Justin confessed right away, “Indeed, I came for Rachel, and I’m not denying it. Why would I fool you?”

“Bah!” Victor gave him a scornful look. “You think Rachel’s gonna fall for you? You and whose army? I’m telling you, Justin—Rachel will never choose a scumbag like you again even if she’s blind!”

Justin retorted, “Who else is Rachel gonna choose if she won’t choose me? You? She’s got quite a lot of men protecting her, eh?” Including Victor, there are already three men revolving around Rachel at present. All of them are reckless and courageous men who itch to risk their lives fighting me for Rachel’s sake, he thought.

“Rachel can marry anyone, but there’s no way she’ll marry you again,” Victor said coldly after hammering the tent peg into the ground. “There’s no way I’m gonna sit by and watch what has happened back then happen again.”

Justin was totally uninterested in what had happened back then. Seeing Victor hammering the tent peg busily with his head down, he looked around and left quietly.

on the ground, so she didn’t have much trouble gathering them.

trotted up to her. “Mommy!

with you two right now. Just be good and go back to the campsite and go to

just now, saying she wanted to see if there’s any squirrels in the mountains, but she hasn’t returned

stopped gathering the firewood. She asked Samuel what had happened at the time,

a long time. When Charlotte came, she heard there were little squirrels in the mountains, so she brought lots of nuts with her. You were quarreling with Justin just now, so she ran away on her own since nobody was watching over

Rachel put down her back basket right away. After running a few steps, she

before pointing in a direction up the mountain.

there right away. Samuel, go back to the campsite at once

Justin emerged from behind the ancient tree behind him; the man and the boy gave each other a knowing

the moment. If Charlotte went deep into the mountains by mistake, even if there

then, she heard a rustling sound behind her. “Charlotte?” She looked back, only

told me that Charlotte

something.” Rachel looked around. “Are there any squirrels on this mountain?” For a moment, she couldn’t care less about the old scores

on the mountain. Let’s look

sense.” Rachel immediately turned to go deeper

me your

“No, it’s not necessary.”

basket from her without allowing her

thought of Charlotte having gone missing, she headed into the mountain woods while calling Charlotte’s name along the way. “Where could she have gone? Can’t she hear us

girl is smart. Perhaps she couldn’t find any squirrels

you worried at all? Charlotte’s so little; what if anything bad happens to her? What if there

he were to confess to it at this very moment, the consequences would be unthinkable. As a consequence, he could only try to divert the subject by consoling her, saying, “Charlotte isn’t