NOVPUBChapter 979: 463 Mountain_2 Chapter 979: 463 Mountain_2 Madon Linggo sighed, “Let’s talk about it later.”
Peter Aria turned and walked out.
Madon Linggo shook his head as he watched Peter’s retreating figure.
Dr.
Aria, I hope one day you won’t regret this.
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The path in the mountains was incredibly treacherous, full of steep slopes and cliffs.
Furthermore, with the heavy rain and strong wind and low visibility, one misstep would lead to a terrifying fall and certain death.
“Aubree Groove!,” Anton Cook cautiously proceeded, calling out as he went.
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Each time he opened his mouth, it was filled with cold wind and rain.
Kelly Martinez only walked a few steps before she stopped.
She squinted, looking at the heavy fog ahead.
“The terrain here is extremely treacherous, filled with steep slopes. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
We might not just struggle to find Aubree, even returning safely might be a challenge.”
Kelly Martinez decisively decided: “You go back first, I’ll find her myself.”
“That’s not possible.” Anton interrupted her.
Kelly Martinez shot back at him a glare, “What can you do by following?
Other than being a nuisance, what can you contribute?
In the end, I’ll still have to save you.
And if anything happens to you, wouldn’t The Cooks come to trouble me?”
Anton Cook pursed his lips, visibly anxious.
“Go back.” Kelly Martinez commanded.
Reluctantly, Anton Cook clenched his fists, “But what about Aubree!”
The ground underneath Kelly Martinez suddenly collapsed.
With her quick reflexes, she swiftly grabbed onto a nearby tree trunk.
However, Anton Cook wasn’t as fortunate.
He didn’t react as quickly as Kelly did and was about to tumble down the cliff when suddenly, a vine wrapped around his arm.
Anton Cook instinctively grabbed it.
As Anton Cook slowly climbed back up, he saw a pair of shoes covered in mud.
He looked up, surprised and relieved.
“Aubree…”
The young lady was carrying a bamboo basket, her black outfit soaked through by the rain.
Her wet hair loosely hung over her shoulders.
Her pitch-black eyes were like a calm, deep midnight.
Anton Cook quickly got up, wincing in pain.
His knee had hit a rock and was bleeding.
It hurt each time he moved.
But he smiled and said, “I’m glad you are okay.”
Anton Cook immediately took off his raincoat and hat, “Don’t stand in the rain.
You’ll catch a cold.”
Aubree raised her hand to stop him, “I don’t need it.”
She frowned at Anton’s bleeding knee and asked, “Can you keep going?”
Anton Cook nodded, “Yes, I’m okay.”
Kelly Martinez jumped down from the tree, “Well, that’s convenient.
Now I don’t have to worry about you.”
Aubree glanced at Kelly, “Didn’t I tell you to wait for me in the nunnery?”
“I was worried that something might happen to you in this horrible weather.”
Kelly Martinez took off her hat and put it on Aubree, “Let’s go, we should head back.”
As she passed by Anton Cook, Kelly denounced him, “I knew it, you only cause trouble.
Can you walk?”
Anton Cook blushed slightly, as if he was afraid others could see it, stood up straight, and said, “Of course I can.”
Kelly Martinez, with her arm around Aubree, walked on.
Anton Cook glanced at Kelly’s hand on Aubree’s shoulder and gritted his teeth.
“Did you find the Codonopsis pilosula you were looking for?”
“Bless the Buddha, yes.”
“What does that thing look like?”
Aubree took out something from her basket, which looked like a piece of black root or a stick.
Kelly Martinez inspected the object and joked, “Firewood, yet what’s its use?”
“It’s for your health restoration.”
Kelly Martinez gazed at Aubre with gratitude, “You are so good to me, I can only repay you with my body.”
Aubree Groove pushed her face away: “Watch your step, I won’t be responsible if you fall off the mountain.”
“You are so cold-hearted!”
Listening to their quirky banter, Anton Cook felt unsettled.
Aubree Groove was always so aloof and distant; he had never seen her so intimate with anyone, let alone a man.
What is his relationship with Aubree Groove?
Anton Cook limped behind the two with unease, even his most loyal fans wouldn’t have imagined him currently hobbling around in the wilderness, his heart filled with jealousy.
Once they returned to the wooden cabin, Aubree Groove laid the collected herbs on a rack to dry.
Only then did she turn to look at Anton Cook.
“Sit.”
Anton dutifully sat on the chair.
Aubree tore open the denim fabric covering his wound, slowly cleaning away the dirt with a cotton cloth.
Anton gripped the edges of the chair tightly, the veins in his hands protruding.
Aubree Groove looked up at him.
Instantly, Anton sat up straight, “It’s not painful, not painful at all.”
