Stella Grace was very embarrassed. She turned around with her back facing Jasper, and said in a low voice, "I... seem to have... ate something bad." Jasper Milton wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms. "Ryan must have drugged the pomegranate juice." Stella was startled and she turned to look at Jasper. His face was right beside hers. When she turned her head, she accidentally touched his face, and there seemed to be a flash of electricity on her lips. She was so shocked that her heart jumped. She tried to calm herself down as soon as possible, so as not to be tempted by the excitement. "Both you and I drank the juice, and so did Ryan's son, right? He wouldn't hurt his own child, would he?" Jasper remained silent, looking at her with clear eyes. That look alone confirmed her suspicions. "Was that man just now sent by Ryan?" Jasper nodded. "Probably. He used a room card to open my door. He probably wanted to take ph
Stella Grace returned to her room in a daze, and the last words that Jasper Milton had said to her lingered in her mind - "I will never give up on you in this life." She sat down on the sofa and spaced out. God must have blessed her for her to be loved by someone like this. For a long time, she had been living for herself and often felt that she was pitiful. God had never been merciful to her. Thinking about it now, she was not pitiful one, but Jasper rather. She closed her eyes, and everything in front of her disappeared into the darkness. Everything in the world had nothing to do with her anymore. But what should she do about Jasper? She had lived alone all this while and had no lover to accompany her. Things had been this way for the past 6 years. Whenever she thought of the person she loved, she would feel sad and suffocated, as if the air surrounding her was thinning. That kind of desolation came from the bottom of her heart. Even in
She didn't know how much time had passed. By the time she came around, the sky had darkened and everything was pitch black. Her hands and feet were bound with ropes. It felt like her body was floating. Was she floating on water? "Stella, Stella." She thought she was hallucinating when she heard Jasper's voice. Did she miss him too much? "Stella, Stella." Jasper's voice travelled into her ears. She was sure she'd heard it clearly this time, so she hurried to answer. "I'm here, Jasper. Jasper!" A bright light suddenly shone from the flashlight on his phone. Jasper Milton lifted the lid of the wooden box. Stella Grace caught sight of his face and gasped in surprise. "Why are you here?" Jasper bent over to untie the ropes that were binding her hands. "It's a long story. Let's get out of here first. Bryan is still outside," he said hurriedly. "Bryan is outside?" Stella panicked and grasped onto his hand. "Bryan is one o
"Hmm?" Stella Grace was in a daze. She didn't understand what he was saying. "I said, I've recovered all the memories that I had lost." Jasper Milton explained as he looked at Stella's face. "You weren't the one who had accidentally revealed my identity. They recognized me because I met an old opponent in the mission." She fixed her gaze on him. Her mind was filled with many complicated thoughts. She felt hope and warmth, as if there was finally an outlet for her frustrations, yet at the same time, she couldn't help but feel lost and a sense of bitterness. He had regained his memory. She had wanted him to recover before this. She remembered everything they had done in the past, whether they were sweet or sad. She also remembered the times they had worked hard together. But now, what could he do even if he had remembered everything? Stella turned her back and looked into the distance. A gust of wind blew. It was very cold. She shivered.
"By the way, you hadn't slept a wink since last night. You should sleep for a while. I'll keep watch," Stella Grace said as she sat up. "Didn't you not sleep last night as well? I can stay awake for a few days. You should sleep first," Jasper Milton said softly. "I've been sleeping. It's your turn now. I want to feel the sea breeze and see the blue sky and white clouds." Stella patted her thighs. Jasper smiled slightly, his eyes full of love. He did not refuse anymore. He lay down next to Stella and put his right arm behind his head. He did not lean on Stella's leg. He was afraid that she would be tired. Stella looked at his prominent features. When he fell asleep, his mouth was also tightly closed, like an elegant prince. It seemed that God was not entirely cruel to her. Although her life was short and although she had suffered a lot, God had given such a good man to her. Jasper was too tired. In fact, he had been restless after parting ways with he
With him around, there was nothing to be afraid of. "You've already tied me up, but what about you?" Stella Grace asked worriedly. "I'll be fine. If the wooden boards capsize, I'll have to make sure I turn them over immediately." Jasper Milton said thoughtfully. "If the wind and waves are too strong, you won't be able to swim as fast as the waves." Stella was worried. Jasper did not have a plank, so he would die no matter how long he could hold his breath. "I'll tie a long rope on my hand so that I won't fall into the sea." Jasper comforted her when he saw the worry in Stella's eyes. "WIll it be tight enough?" Jasper smiled slightly. "I will be using military buttons, so if the wind and waves get stronger, it will become stronger as well." "How about the rope? Is it strong enough?" "These are all used by fishermen, so they're very sturdy. Don't worry, it'll be fine," Jasper said firmly. "Then... please hold my hand. No matter how bi
She looked at Jasper worriedly. She was not afraid of death, but the last thing she wanted was for Jasper to die. He was a young general with outstanding battle achievements and a powerful background. He could even become a president in a few years. It would be such a shame for him to become wolf's food in the wilderness, all because he wanted to save her. Jasper saw Stella's worried look and gently rubbed her cheek. "Don't worry. Wolves don't come here every day. We won't get into any trouble. Trust me." Jasper Milton promised. Stella Grace nodded. It was useless for her to worry. "Do you know where this island is?" "I don't know. There are many islands on the sea, and there are also many uninhabited islands, especially in the deep sea. Ordinary people won't come here. Even as a military base, the government would usually choose to use a place with geographical convenience, usually some place where the lands have been surveyed and tested. I've notic
Jasper Milton decided to skin the boar right by the sea because he was worried that the smell of blood would attract more wild animals. Stella Grace moved a lot of stones and stacked them together. This could help to block the sea breeze so that they could build a fire. It could also serve as a makeshift stove. Due to the rain last night, most of the dead trees and leaves were not fully dried. She took a few and laid them out on the sand to bask in the sun. Jasper was afraid that she would get sunburnt, so he gave the umbrella to her and made a tool that could be used to make a fire. In order to start a fire, Stella had to drill two holes in the wood and plug the rope that she had made into it. According to the principle of rotation, as long as Stella kept pulling the rope, the wood would spin quickly. This method was faster than rubbing her hands together, and it was also energy-saving. Stella's luck was not too bad. It only took her more than