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
"Okay. I'll listen to you. Come and have a look at our home," Jasper Milton said with a smile. Hearing the word "home", Stella Grace paused for a moment. She had been eager to have a home, so when she heard that they were going to have a home, warmth surged in her heart. Jasper took her hand and pulled her. Stella saw their house. Jasper had blocked the three sides with bamboo. The roof was also covered with bamboo, and the entrance was facing the sea. The bamboo ladder was placed at the very edge, and he had moved the stones to the bottom of the house. This way, even if it rained, they wouldn't get drenched. "I'll use bamboo to make two doors later. When we are sleeping, we'll be isolated from our surroundings." Jasper said thoughtfully. "Let me do it. You should rest for the day." Stella insisted. He was reluctant to let her do the heavy work. "Why don't we use the wooden board to replace the door today, and I'll do the actual door tomo
About an hour later, she had finished tying all the fish together with ropes. The fish had just been cooked and had not dried yet, so she needed to let them dry with the sea breeze. However, all 150 fish couldn't be hung on the hanging rope all at once. Stella had to put them on the big leaves first and spread them out on the sand. It was already 9:30 p.m. when she was done. "There are more than a dozen crabs in our net. Do you still want to eat them?" Stella Grace asked. Jasper Milton shook his head. "The pork that I ate just now hasn't been fully digested yet. I'm still full. I'll let them go for now." "Then I'll put the pork leg away and dry the net later." Stella said. Jasper put all the crabs back into the sea and put the net on the dry rope. Stella then started to heat up the water. Jasper knew what she was planning to do, so he made a torch. "We're running out of firewood. Let's get up tomorrow morning and pick up
Jasper Milton looked at her and smiled slightly. "Morning." Stella Grace put down the ladder and climbed down. She held his arm and said seriously, "Jasper, I've thought about it. We have enough bamboo and food to eat for 20 days. We can make a larger boat. As long as we have enough water, we will be able to go back." Jasper stared at her with an unclear look. "Do you want to go back?" Stella felt that his question was very strange. "Don't you want to go back?" "Actually, floating on the sea, especially in the deep sea, it is very easy to sink without modern equipment. It depends on our luck, whether we would encounter big waves, dark currents, or even hit reefs and other similar disasters. The last time we encountered heavy rain, it lasted for a very short time but we almost lost our lives." Jasper explained. Stella tried to convince Jasper. "We used a wooden board last time and we could hold on for two nights. This time, we can make a larger and stronger
They looked at each other. Jasper held Stella's hand, the chicken long out of his mind. They quietly walked toward the bamboo house. Stella's heart was beating fast. They had actually found someone on this island. She and Jasper were no longer alone. Perhaps, with their help, they could leave the island earlier than expected. Jasper Milton pushed the door open. No one was inside, with only a thick layer of dust remaining on the wooden desk. "Whoever was here is already long gone." Jasper commented, enthusiasm quickly dimming. Stella Grace glanced around and opened the cabinet. She looked at the things inside and said, "I think that the owner of this place must have lived here for a long time, so that's why he could build a house. However, he must've been ready to leave anytime, that's why there isn't any food in the cabinet." "To build a house here, it is crucial to consider factors like water source and an adequate level of safety. This place
Stella Grace hurriedly got off the bed and rushed to the beach. "Hey! Hey!" She picked up the big leaves on the ground and waved them in the air, trying to attract the attention of the fishing boats. However, the boat didn't seem to notice her and was headed the other way. How could this be? Stella looked at the fishing boat drifting away disappointedly. Her shoulders sank and the hope in her eyes dimmed. "Stella, why are you standing here?" Jasper Milton asked worriedly, having just returned from fetching more water. Stella pointed to the surface of the sea, to the faraway boat that was still visible. Jasper held Stella's shoulder and comforted her. "This is good news. This proves that boats still pass by this area. Maybe they didn't see you. After all, there are not many people on a small fishing boat, and they must be busy fishing." Stella nodded, but that was the only thing she could do. She turned around and looked at Jasper. H
"If you die before me, I won't seek death. I will live well and forget you. I will find another man to live with," Stella Grace said with anger on purpose. "It doesn't matter. You should live according to your heart. I have only one request. Every year on my death anniversary, come to my grave and let me have a look at you," Jasper Milton said gently. His doting, his generosity, his heart and soul... He never asked for anything in return, which made her feel sad. She didn't want Jasper to die, and she couldn't bear to see him die. After one died, there would be nothing left, not even one's soul. He would not be remembered. Stella lowered her head, held back her tears, and clenched her fists tightly. Her shoulders were shaking from the overflowing emotions. Jasper hugged her and said, "Silly girl, there's nothing to cry about. We're together now, and this won't change in the future. We'll be together forever until we're old. We'll have a child,
Stella Grace now regretted her decision to stay here. If she went to the bamboo house with Jasper, it would be safer. The bamboo house was surrounded by trees, which could block out most of the wind. But now, it was too late for them to go to the bamboo house. It was scary at night, not to mention in the forest, it would be even darker. They might get lost, but they could not bring torches because the strong wind could easily blow out the torch. Once it rained, it would disappear even faster, and the road would be muddy. The umbrella would become a burden instead. "I'm sorry. I should have listened to you," Stella apologized. "It's not too late to listen to me now." Jasper Milton smiled dotingly. "Stay on the bed and don't come down. Wait for me." Stella climbed onto the bed. In the past, the bamboo ladder would be put on the bed. However, Jasper was worried that she would come down to find him, so he put the ladder on the ground and left quickly.
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