Chapter 555
Chapter 555:
The most important thing was…
Damn it. The sat phone was broken.
Just as useless as my other phone.
“At least we’ve got a change of clothes now,” I said, trying to sound optimistic.
But now that we had the luggage, the question was what to do next.
I had zero experience in survival. Sitting on my suitcase, I felt lost. I glanced over at Ashton, who was still sorting through his own small case.
“What do we do first p>
“We get out of this forest p>
The suitcase wheels had long since snapped, so Ashton hoisted one on each shoulder and started walking.
I hurried after him, eager to help, but he didn’t seem to need it. “Walk beside me p>
“Hrn?” I didn’t understand, but I obediently moved next to him. “Why p>
“Take my arm p>
My eyes drifted down to his arm. Due to the weight on his shoulders, the muscles stood out sharply—a mixture of strength and raw power. I swallowed before I could stop myself. “Why p>
“There are fallen branches and rocks everywhere. I don’t want you to trip p>
“I can manage p>
“There could be animals here p>
“Really? Like what p>
“Like wolves p>
I shivered and glanced around nervously, half-expecting a wolf to appear. But were there even wolves on Mediterranean islands?
“You… you’re not lying to me, are you p>
“No,” he said with a perfectly straight face. “If we run into them, the suitcases will be our only weapon. And you need to be ready to run the moment I throw them at them p>
𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⓘ𝓷 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼𝖼𝗈𝗺
I didn’t really believe him. Still, my hand slid onto his muscled arm.
I stayed alert, worried about wolves.
Ashton’s words kept replaying in my head.
It stunned me that I could feel happy just because Ashton said he would value me more than the suitcase, even though the suitcase was filled with survival essentials.
It meant Ashton valued my life more than survival itself.
But how could that be? When I had asked to break up, he had been so calm, so decisive. Yet I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
When we stepped out of the forest, I tugged my suitcase from his hands. The leaf dress had done its job, but now that I had my own clothes, there was no reason not to change.
I picked out a fitted black long-sleeved shirt and tight black jeans. Hot, yes, but durable and practical. I wanted something that would let me climb and run, protect against insects, and blend in. Even without wilderness survival skills, I knew at least that much.
But just as I held them up, I felt a scorching stare.
I turned and met Ashton’s eyes.