All Chapters of I wish it were you: Chapter 691 - Chapter 700

"Let me do it."As he spoke, Gauge took the glass of water from Anna's hand, poured her a cup, and handed it to her.Annabelle held the warm glass, apologetically saying, "Sorry for disturbing your rest.""It’s fine," Gauge replied as he poured himself a cup of water.To help her complete the shoot, he had traveled over six thousand kilometers. Staying up all night wasn’t a big deal.He glanced at her pale face and said, "I’m glad you thought of me in such a situation."Annabelle tried to smile, but it didn’t quite come through."There’s filming tomorrow. I’ll tidy up the bed. You should get some sleep in the bedroom," she suggested as she prepared to walk to the room.Gauge patted her shoulder. "No need. You sleep in the bed. If I get tired, I can make do on the sofa."Besides, he couldn’t sleep anyway. The sudden turn of events had erased any trace of drowsiness.He also worried that something might happen while he slept. After all, Jax had warned him not to leave the room even half

Annabelle wanted badly to call Jax, but she hesitated.What if the situation on his side was critical? Calling him might only cause trouble."Kendrick is no ordinary man. Ordinary crises can't defeat him. You have to trust him," Gauge said, clearing his throat awkwardly.Annabelle was taken aback. It was rare to hear Gauge speak so positively about Kendrick. The two of them had always seemed to hold a low opinion of each other."I hope so too. But we’re not in our country, and Kendrick has no one by his side. It makes me uneasy."Even when they were in their own country, Kendrick had faced numerous life-threatening situations, all orchestrated by that enigmatic figure, Mr. Whitney.However, Mr. Whitney had hesitated and missed several opportunities.Kendrick once said it was because Mr. Whitney liked her and couldn't bear to scare her.Annabelle always assumed that was just something Kendrick said to comfort her. She didn't even know Mr. Whitney, so the claim sounded absurd.But what

Annabelle wanted to find Kendrick, but on this unfamiliar island, she had no friends or anyone she could turn to for help. She didn't even know where to start looking.As for contacting the police, she decided against it for now.Since that mysterious Mr. Whitney dared to make a move against Kendrick, he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to get caught by the authorities. Furthermore, if the police got involved, the news of Kendrick's disappearance would quickly spread back to China.This would deal a significant blow to the Gregory Group, which might be exactly what the the Whitney Group wanted.Unless she had no other choice or no leads at all, Annabelle wasn’t planning to call the police.If all else failed, she could return to China and track down Mr. Whitney herself. The the Whitney Group was well-known, and finding him wouldn’t be difficult. Once she located him, she might be able to uncover information about Kendrick.After thinking it through, Annabelle said to Gauge, “Let’s

This time, the distance was much closer, and Annabelle could see clearly. On the small boat was a round, stout man steering it.It seemed to be the same boat she had glimpsed earlier from afar. So, had it brought someone over? Could it really be Kendrick?Her heart pounded wildly.Afraid of disappointment, Annabelle didn't dare let herself feel too much hope.Her entire body tensed as she hurried aboard the yacht. She immediately grabbed a crew member and asked where the person from the boat had gone.The crew member pointed to the upper deck.Without another word, Annabelle rushed toward the deck, not even daring to ask if it was truly Kendrick.Barefoot, she ran through the long corridor. The reflective glass along the hallway showed her disheveled reflection. Her wet hair clung to her face, a bath towel draped over her shoulders, and her mermaid dress, still damp, clung uncomfortably to her body. But she didn’t care.All she could think about was reaching the upper deck.Finally, s

Kendrick suddenly remembered something. On his way through the city, he'd passed a candy store. Thinking of the "little one" at home, he bought a lollipop and tucked it into his pocket.Now, to distract Anna, he took out the lollipop.The moment Annabelle saw it, her face paled.It was exactly like her dream!In that unsettling dream from the morning, Kendrick had also brought back a lollipop. But it had fallen to the ground, turning into a pool of blood. She had woken up in terror.Could she still be dreaming? Was Kendrick not actually back yet?"This isn’t real. I don't want it!"Kendrick, his thoughts wandering in a more playful direction, was a little caught off guard by her reaction. When Anna demanded a real lollipop earlier, his heart had already started racing.He set the glass of water aside, pulled her into his arms, and asked in a low, hoarse voice, "Are you sure about that?"At this moment, the pain from his wound was forgotten, and even the bleeding didn't seem to matter.