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.
"There would be three rooms downstairs too. A kitchen, a firewood room, and a dining room. Then, I would build a two-meter-high wall and a well outside. Our children could play in the yard every day. We could also take them to the beach every day and live a free and unfettered life." Jasper Milton said thoughtfully. She listened to him talk. His voice was deep, pleasant, much like the sound of a cello. An image flashed through her mind: A house facing the sea and spring flowers blossoming around. Stella Grace moved a stone to his side so that she could sit down beside him. She held Jasper's arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You know, we still have our own responsibilities. Your parents, your army, your promise, my parents, my promise, and my wish. However, as long as we are alive, there will still be hope. I promise that when we finish what we have to do, if you still want to come to this island, I will accompany you." Jasper look
Stella Grace stood up in shock, and the rope in her hands fell to the ground. She asked in surprise, "Why are you here?" "I'll take you and leave this place first. We can talk about it on the boat," Frederick Addington said as he entered. Stella stood still, her eyebrows furrowed and breathing unsteady. Leave? What about Jasper? Should she tell Frederick that Jasper was also here? No, Frederick would not bring Jasper along, he might even kill Jasper here. She couldn't tell him about Jasper being on the island too. If she refused to leave, Frederick would definitely suspect her. He would not leave and when Jasper comes back, they would meet each other. "Wait for me outside. I'll pack up and leave," Stella said. Frederick looked around at this simple small house, from the bamboo board to the firewood in the corner, and the pork legs on the ground. Every time he saw something, his eyes became colder. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at
"I have no evidence. Ah yes, have you had your meal yet? Do you have a kitchen on this boat? I'll cook for you," Stella Grace quickly changed the topic. Now she just wanted to get to the shore safely, and then find a chance to let Suzi Shine know where Jasper Milton was. "Not yet, come with me." Frederick Addington turned around, took two steps, and stopped. Stella stopped instinctively and made sure to keep a safe distance from him. Frederick squinted at Stella with a cold look in his eyes. He ordered, "Come closer." Stella frowned slightly and took two small steps forward. Frederick took a big step toward her, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her to his side. "Why are you acting so strangely?" She looked up at him. Three years had passed, but there was no trace of aging on Frederick's face. Just by looking at his appearance, he was still handsome, and his coy eyes were full of charm, which was unparalleled. She still remembered
"Stella, if you dare to jump, I swear to you that I will make Celine Grace, Eli Wayne, and everyone whom you care about die with you," Frederick Addington warned. Stella Grace smiled as tears flowed out of her eyes. "The people I care about... includes you." Frederick was stunned as if his soul was hit by something fiercely and aggressively. He stood in a daze. Stella jumped off the boat without hesitation. Her whole body hit the surface of the sea. It hurt. However, it didn't hurt nearly as much as her heart, so it didn't matter. She watched herself slowly descend into the deep sea. It was so quiet that she could hear the sound of gurgling in her ears. The seawater was very blue as if it could wash away all the filth in people's bodies. Finally, finally, she died. If she had known that she would live such a painful life for the past three years, she wouldn't have bothered living on. It was a pity that she had dragged Jasper down wi