Night of Destiny ( Anastasia Tillman )
Chapter 672

Chapter 672

“You’re hurt!” Sophia hurriedly got off of

Arthur. They were both covered in dirt

and grass. The bodyguards leaped down to them, and two of them helped Arthur up to his

feet. “Are you alright, sir?”

He was feeling fine, other than the cut on his forehead that had been caused by a sharp tree branch

and the various scrapes that littered his hands.

“I’m fine.” He dusted himself off before turning to look at her. “Did the snake bite you?”

“No, it didn’t.” She shook her head. Her face was still stark white from shock.

As they climbed back up to the peak, her gaze remained fixed on him. Her heart was pounding. When

they rolled down the side of the hill, he had wrapped an arm tightly around her waist while his

other hand pressed her head against his chest. He had done it just to ensure she would not be injured.

However, that meant he was unable to

protect himself during the fall.

Her blood was rushing. The high and mighty young master had actually risked himself to protect her.

What if she had fallen off a high cliff instead? From how tightly he had wrapped himself around her,

would he fall with her as well?

The bodyguards pulled out a first-aid kit, then cleaned and dressed the bleeding cut on Arthur’s

forehead.

The fortune teller was scared out of his wits by the dangerous situation Arthur had placed himself in.

“Are you alright, Young Master Weiss?”

“I’m fine. Continue!” Arthur said with a wave of his hand.

His bodyguards spread out around them, area sweeping the for any signs of snakes. Even Sophia was

starting to feel afraid of the grass around her. That snake had been the longest snake she had ever

seen in her life.

By the time the fortune teller was done with his analysis, Arthur had his men take photos of the area

instead of making a decision right then and there. He would decide after thoroughly researching the

area.

Hiking up a mountain was always easier than hiking down a mountain.

It was a steep climb, which meant their descent was harder. One false move and they would go rolling

down the mountain.

With bent legs, she slowly shuffled down the mountain while clinging to the surrounding branches. Her

hand reached for the next branch, only to grab a long leaf instead. Suddenly, pain shot through her

hand as the sharp edges of the leaf slashed her hand.

She let out a sharp hiss, pulling her hand back to inspect it. It was bleeding..

Arthur was right behind her. He frowned. and said, “Let me see.”

She showed him her palm. “Be careful,”

he said as he inspected her hand. “Avoid touching leaves similar to this.”

She nodded in response. He then moved to walk in front of her. When they reached a tough part of the

climb, he

would turn around and give her a hand.

Every time that happened, she would notice the wounds on his fair hands, making her heart throb in

pain.

“Young Master Weiss, please don’t save me from danger next time,” she said.

“Why?” He turned around and stared into her eyes.

“I’m afraid you will be injured. I do not want you to get hurt because of me.” She solemnly stared back

at him. “I’m a lucky man. I won’t die.” He turned his attention back to climbing down the mountain.

They soon arrived at another steep section. Just as she was cautiously making her way down, he

suddenly lifted her up horrizontally since he was already on a safe, flat spot.

Her mind was stuck in a dazed state, and she only snapped back to her senses when she was finally

put down. Arthur had carried her.

Finally, they were back on the dirt path they had initially followed and had safely made it back to the

cars..

Emily had been waiting for their return.” By the time they did, the sun was about to set. After all, it was

well past five o’clock.

“Artie…” She happily dashed over to the group but stopped when she saw the wound on Arthur’s

forehead. “How did you get hurt?” she asked, upset.

“I’m fine. I was accidentally cut by a branch,” he calmly explained.

She looked him up and down. His black outfit was covered in bits of grass, as if he had been rolling on

the ground.