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
Stella Grace was very nervous. "Well, you should eat in moderation even if it's very good for you. Too much of anything will ruin your body. You should take the suitable amount only." Jasper Milton chuckled and teased, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will 'eat' you?" "That..." Stella casually drew circles in the sand with a branch. "I'm a little tired today." Jasper laughed even more cheerfully. "What are you thinking about?" Stella looked at him. "Don't you think it's a little inappropriate for us to wear wet clothes? It's still a bit cold by the sea at night," Jasper said again. Stella didn't say a word. "Haha, it's not like I haven't seen it before." Jasper looked relaxed with a casual smile on his face. Stella was even more embarrassed. "Let's forget about it today. I'll make grass skirts and quilts with leaves tomorrow." Jasper did not press on further. He lay comfortably on the beach and looked at the stars shin
They were eating, chatting, and working. Before they knew it, it was already 11:15 at night. Jasper Milton finally finished making the ladder. Stella Grace glanced at the direction of the bed. It was dark inside and seemed to be bottomless, as if it was filled with some kind of unknown power. "It's very dark," Stella said worriedly. "Don't worry." Jasper sprinkled some lard onto the rope woven by Stella, tied it to the wooden stick, and ignited a spark on it. A torch was produced just like that. He walked ahead with a ladder on his shoulder while holding a kitchen knife in his other hand. Stella held the torch in one hand and went back to their bed with their umbrellas in her other hand. Jasper had already forged out a road for them. It was one meter wide and ten meters long. The ground was free of debris and overgrown vegetation. Firstly, if they came across any wild beasts, they would be able to climb to the bed in one swift motio