My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 948

Sophia stared vacantly at the heavy snowfalls through the windows with tears running down her face.

I was wrong. Please come back safely, would you?

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It was late at night in the mountains.

She attempted to sit up, but immediately felt an intense pain at her waist upon moving her body. The pain was so strong that she nearly blacked out, and so she had no choice but to lie down again weakly.

Suddenly, a voice emerged from behind. “Your waist is injured. I’ve treated the wound and performed a suture. Stay still for now.”

Upon hearing the voice, Alice lifted her eyes to see a bonfire in front of her, and Michael was sitting across it.

He had taken off his black coat and was wearing a suit of thermal underwear. The tight clothes fitted his tall and muscular body well, especially the brawny chest that he had trained for the sake of the movie. With his head lowered, he was fumbling with something. Looking at the wan blaze of fire that projected on his delicately outlined face and his features which could only be half-seen, Alice sensed a mysterious and cold aura.

Michael was sharpening a wooden stick with an army knife that he always carried with him, and after he was done, he jabbed the sharpened end of the stick into the ground. Though ferocious beasts should not exist in the snow mountain at night especially when their spot was near to residential areas, as a retiree from the special forces, Michael still habitually raised his vigilance in the setting and had implemented all possible protective measures.

Lying on a pile of dried leaves, Alice could smell blood and a pungent smell of humid decay. She struggled to lift her thermal underwear, thereafter found out that both her coat and thermal wear had been torn apart by some sharp tools. Besides, there was a wound on her waist that had already been dressed.

She remembered bringing a camera and taking pictures along a track in the afternoon by herself as she was attracted by the beautiful scenery.

However, the further she went, the more picturesque the view, and she was so carried away while taking pictures that she had even forgotten about going back. By the time she turned around, she found herself in a vast expanse of white snow and could not remember the direction in which she came from, and thus was lost.

She then anxiously searched for the way back, but she accidentally stepped on something amidst the hurry and rolled down the hill. Following that, she could feel an intense pain as her waist was pierced by an object and thereafter she went into a coma.

Now that Alice had recalled what happened, her first response was to ask in a panic, “Where’s my camera?”

Meanwhile, Michael was lowering his head and focusing on sharpening the wooden sticks. The light was dim in the cave as the bonfire was the only source of light. Alice could not see his expression clearly, nor did she hear any response from him except a snort.

Not only did she nearly lose her life, but she almost cost me mine too, yet the first thing she looks for upon gaining consciousness is her camera?

The cave was discovered by Michael. Few days ago, Celine went missing when she sneaked out with the dogs to go ‘hunting’, and Michael anxiously found her hiding in this cave.

Since then, Michael kept in mind the location of this cave. Today when Alice went missing, he found her near the cave, so she brought her there to dress her wound as the snow was heavy.

After that, there was nothing else the two of them could talk about.

At the same time, Alice realized that her camera was right next to her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked around the cave as the wind continued to howl outside. It was indeed a great spot to take shelter from the blizzard, and the bonfire that was set up was keeping them warm.

Suddenly, Michael stood up and took the wooden stick outside to jab it into the ground, and thereupon returned to the cave. After adding a few pieces of wood into the fire, he lay down on a comfortable spot and used his backpack as a pillow.

Meanwhile, Alice just came across the waste left over from dressing her wound, including a pair of sterile gloves, gauze covered with blood and stitches that were still dripping with blood.

Struggling, she nudged her body, looked at Michael and said sincerely, “Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I might have already died.”

She would have died in the blizzard or from an infected wound. By the time the others discovered her on the next day, she would have become a frozen body.