Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 287

Chapter 287 I'll Carry You

Moreover, he was running a fever. How far could we go? What if the deeper we ventured into this mountain, the more lost we became in these woods?

At that moment, I was truly at a loss.

After a moment of silence, I looked at him and said, "I'll carry you." With that, I stood up and bent over in a position to carry him. Frankly, I could not think of any other way to proceed. This method would allow us to keep moving while reducing his pain.

A low chuckle came from behind, but there was no other movement. I turned to look, and Charlie was still standing in place, showing no intention of getting on my back. Instead, he had a smile on his face, appearing to be in a good mood.

Seeing this, I pursed my lips and said, "What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm too small to carry you? Don't underestimate me. Come up here, and see if I can lift you up."

He stopped laughing and looked at me. Even the injuries on his face could not hide how handsome he was. "I don't underestimate you, I just replace it cute how you offered to carry me. No one has ever carried me before, nor has anyone

ever offer."

I pursed my lips, thinking he was talking nonsense. I walked over to him, took his hand, and placed it on my shoulder. Then I tried to reach for his legs, attempting to lift him.

He dodged my attempts, his voice filled with amusement and embarrassment. "I'm a man. There's no reason for a woman to carry me. Don't worry, I can still walk."

What was the point of saying that now? He had endured so much pain on this journey. I had no clue up until this point. If I kept pulling him along, was that not just cruel of me?

I took a deep breath and looked at him. "I know you're tough, but I'm a woman, and I'm soft-hearted and dramatic. I can't bear to see you like this, limping along behind me. So, either I carry you, or we replace a place to rest and wait for someone outside to rescue us."

Clearly, the former was the only practical option. The latter had almost no chance of success. We had entered the mountains by a detour. Not to mention, few people knew we had come here, and in these deep woods, it was nearly impossible for anyone to come to our rescue. As for Inch, thinking of him made me worry, and all I could do was pray in my heart that he was safe.

Seeing that I could not be convinced, Charlie hesitated for a moment and said, "If you carry me and we walk for a little while, both of us will eventually exhaust our energy and die here. How about this? We continue as we did before: you support me, but we'll go slower."

I knew this was his last resort. Men were too proud to let women carry them, let alone protect them.

I nodded without touching his pride.

I walked up to him and offered my support, saying, "Alright, we'll go slower."

The mountains were too deep, like an endless sea. No matter how far we walked, we could not replace a way out of this mountain.

After a while, Charlie became noticeably weak. He was injured and had a high fever. After

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walking a distance, he was covered in sweat and leaned heavily on me.

As for me, I was also running out of strength. After supporting him for a while, I could not hold on any longer. The light rain that was falling was gradually getting heavier.

Seeing this situation, it was likely that it was going to rain again. The outer layer of our clothes was already wet. If the rain got heavy and we were still in the mountains when it got dark, we would freeze to death.

Thinking about this, I helped Charlie replace a place where we could barely take shelter from the rain. Fortunately, in the mountains with complex terrain, big trees and deadwood could be used to block the wind and rain.

After Charlie sat down, he closed his eyes. His body temperature, which had been burning up from the beginning, was now starting to shiver and grow cold. Looking at him, I called out, Mr. Yates." Charlie responded with a faint hum, but his voice was almost inaudible.

This was already the limit for someone who was sick and injured after walking for such a long time. Moreover, he had not had a sip of water since morning.

Worried that something might happen to him, I searched the surroundings for dry grass and wood and used a skill I had not used in five years. Back when I fell off the cliff, I was fortunate to survive but had scratched a large area of my abdomen when I landed. In order to escape inland, I learned many wilderness survival skills.

Starting a fire from friction was one of them. Given the current situation, the chances of us getting out of here anytime soon were slim. What we needed to do now was to stay alive, especially Charlie. If he continued like this, he might die here before we could escape. I had to replace a way to keep him warm.

In the forest, dry wood and flammable materials were abundant. Ignoring the pain in my palms, I worked hard for over half an hour to start a fire.