"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
That was not what she meant when she said 'dear'. Jasper Milton was doing it on purpose. She refused to answer him. "Let's get it done as soon as possible. It'll be bad if it rains tonight." Jasper nodded and said thoughtfully, "It's fine if it rains. It just so happens that we've run out of fresh water. Besides, you can have a good rest. Didn't you say that you were very tired before?" Her cheeks flushed red. He wanted to do 'that' with her, but since she said she was tired, he refrained from doing so. She cleared her throat. "Don't make fun of me.You should eat more. You have a lot of manual labor waiting for you. If you don't eat more, you will become lighter and thinner. Then, you will be less important in my heart." Stella tried to end this topic. Jasper scratched her nose. He knew that Stella was shy, so he stopped teasing her. He resumed his meal. After eating, Stella Grace went to wash the pot. Jasper first cut the bam
The bullet pierced through his chest, and blood dyed Joseph's silver coat red immediately. "Joseph!" Waverly's eyes were bloodshot, and her roaring voice was choked. He looked at her, and wanted to smile, but he didn't have the energy to do so. He fell a few steps back, and leaned against the window. The sea breeze tousled his hair into a mess. "Let go of me!" Waverly struggled, but they were too strong and she couldn't escape. "Push him down, and make sure he dies," said the person who was holding Waverly captive. "No!" Waverly yelled, but her efforts were futile. They walked up to Joseph and pushed him down the window ruthlessly. She screamed, "Joseph Mccarthy!" The person who was grabbing Waverly released her all of a sudden, and she rushed to the window as fast as lightning. Then, she jumped into the sea without hesitation. Joseph had been shot, and his blood diffused into the sea rapidly. Waverly dived into the red pool of blo
Boris asked, "What's the solution?" Breddy answered, "We'll have to make her take the initiative to face it." Boris sighed, "That's easier said than done." Shaking his head, Breddy replied, "It's not too hard. You said it yourself that she's a kind person. She would even help a complete stranger, so what makes you think she won't save a person that's extremely important to her?" Boris was stunned. Breddy continued, "If this person was heavily injured for her, she would realize that there's someone in this world who still loves her, and she'll naturally want to stay in this world for a little longer. By then, she'll be willing to open up her heart." Boris took a pause, and said, "But who is this person?" To the Waverly Martell of the past, Bellamy was everything to her. However, at present, he was nothing. She cared about everyone, but she refused to let others care about her. It seemed as if she had already merged into the world, but th
Waverly frowned and looked at Breddy's left hand. She saw as he put the coin in his left hand, "What if I want you to jump off the top floor?" "Then I'll jump right down." Breddy said affirmatively. He raised his smile and looked incredibly confident. His character was like the calm deep blue sea, vast and far-reaching, which made her feel at ease. Waverly's eyes once again fell on his left hand. "Believe in what you've seen. Things aren't as complicated as they seem. It's just that simple," Breddy reminded her. Waverly pointed at his left hand. As expected, the coin was in the palm of his hand when he opened it. "You won. What do you want me to do?" asked Breddy. Waverly looked coldly at the man in front of her. She would even save a stranger whom she didn't know, so how could she ask Breddy, who was treating her, to seek death? She had no idea why, but judging by his self-confidence, he seemed like he was playing house with
Waverly hesitated. "Just talk to the psychiatrist. Perhaps he would give you new ideas and inspirations. Didn't we agree that will be better for our future?" Boris encouraged her. "We are leaving tomorrow. We might not have time. Thank you for your kindness," Waverly said. "I have made an appointment at ten o'clock in the evening in the hotel. He will come to the hotel," Boris said. "Y-you have arranged an appointment for me today?" Waverly had an unspeakable strange feeling in her heart. Even after knowing the death of his girlfriend, Boris could still call a psychiatrist for her. Did he do so out of friendship, generosity or because he pitied her? "My girlfriend said that she wanted me to do my best to help others on her behalf," Boris said with a smile. "The heavens must have summoned her back to be an angel," Waverly comforted Boris. "I think so too." It was night. Waverly ate a little, took a shower, stayed in the r
Cadwell looked at the files in his hand. They were very thick. He flipped through them briefly. There were twelve pages in it. The files talked about a lot about the nation's history, analyzing the cause, the process, and the result of those incidents. It also explained a few things regarding Queen Danina and Prince Caesar. It analyzed their personalities and gave a prediction on what the future would be like. The analysis was flawless. Every word was written in perfect unison. He could prepare himself in times of danger, so he could exert the right amount of pressure when needed. Furthermore, she had given him two plans, one of which was to work with her and expand his diplomatic power in M Country. She represented the Mccarthy family and also the highest level of weapons. Of course, if he did not feel that such a cooperation was necessary, they would still maintain a good relationship. After all, there was no hatred between him and the Mccarthy family. He woul
"I was wrong. I've realized deeply that I was in the wrong. I should bad-mouth you rather than Madam. Mr. Mccarthy, I should offend you rather than offend Madam," Yadriel lowered his head and said in a low tone. Joseph stood up and walked up to him, "You feel wronged?" "I feel wronged on your behalf." Yadriel's eyes were red as he said, "Mr. Mccarthy, I know very well that even though you've treated her so well, she has never treated you fairly. As soon as Bellamy went to find her, she threw everything away. She didn't even want the title of Peace Lady and was willing to follow Bellamy again. Does she know how much effort, energy and time you've spent in order to earn the title of Peace Lady for her?" "She likes Bellamy, so naturally she doesn't need to think about what's fair or not with him," Joseph said clearly. "If so, why are you treating her so well?" Yadriel didn't understand Joseph's actions. "You're my best friend," Joseph said with sadness in his
Waverly sat down on the sofa, "How's your relationship with Madam Lenny?" "Oh, Madam Lenny has an excellent relationship with Queen Danina. In the past, I even had a meal with Queen Danina with her help," Thomas said. "Do you know why the relationship between her and Queen Danina is so good?" Waverly asked. "I can only say that Madam Lenny has brilliant judgement. In addition to that, she's quite capable. When Queen Danina wasn't a queen yet, they were already close friends." "Perhaps Madam Lenny invested quite a bit of effort in making Queen Danina the queen. Thus, their friendship is incredibly firm and unshakable. At the moment, Prince Caesar is one of the most popular heirs to the throne. Once he becomes king, perhaps Madam Lenny's status will become even more unwavering." "Besides that, according to what I know, Madam Lenny has a strong relationship with many other countries. If those strong countries join forces, then there's no way to break through
"When my friend sent me the video, I asked him to delete it immediately. I came here with a lot of sincerity. Since you've said so, I suppose we don't have to talk about the agreement anymore. I will leave Mexiland in a moment. I'd better not interfere with your business, lest I offend both parties," Waverly said coldly. "Who is your friend? If you don't tell me, I can only treat you as one of them. If you want to leave Mexiland, it won't be that easy," Thomas warned. "Joseph. It was Joseph who gave me the video," Waverly said and hung up. The phone rang with another call from Thomas. Waverly answered and her tone was impatient as she said, "Is there anything else?" "Why did Joseph do that? I don't have anything against him," Thomas didn't understand. "What he wants must be done. If you don't understand him, you can ask your friends about him. I have already told him not to do this, but you insisted on beating around the bush. According to my underst
Agnes smiled, "Okay." "Go rest," Waverly said and slowly closed the door. She stood by the window and looked at the traffic downstairs. Truth be told, she was quite far away and the road was so dark that she couldn't see much with her naked eyes. At most, she could feel the cars rushing by with their bright lights switched on. She wondered where the people in the cars were rushing to. Were they going home or going out to have fun? Did they have desires in their hearts or were they lost in pretense and living like a walking corpse, interacting with people every day? At the moment, she had no other choice but to march forward bravely. She didn't want to go back. She picked up her phone and blocked Bellamy's phone number with a cold and emotionless gaze. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from her heart and she felt much more relaxed. She threw her phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, she laid on t