"Where are Charlie River and the others? The bodyguards? And the cals?"
She asked three questions in a row, her voice trembling noticeably.
Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly together, and Sophie urged him, "Tell quickly, what happened to them?"
"Last night, I could only save you, they... all disappeared."
What does disappearance an?
Thomas raised his hand, gently stroking her pale face, wiping the sand and dust from her face, "Maniac, now it’s just the two of us, no water, no food either."
Upon hearing these words, Sophie nearly broke down.
She raised both hands and tightly covered her head, "This can’t be true... "
"Maybe Charlie River and the others survived just like us, and now they don’t know where they are." Thomas tried to comfort her, but Sophie couldn’t hear a word.
Her gaze was dull, her hands tightly covering her head, her face in pain.
"Maniac, calm down!"
Sophie swiped away his hand and glared at him, "How can I be calm? If it wasn’t for you insisting on having an adventure, would we have ended up like this?"
Thomas Shannon’s thin lips pressed tightly, his handso face darkened, like the ominous sign before a storm.
His dark eyes, deep as the sea, stared profoundly at her.
"Don’t look at like that. Am I wrong? If Young Master Shannon likes adventures, why didn’t he just co by himself? You said you brought here to relax, but really, you’re pushing towards death... "
"Have you said enough?" Thomas pressed the corners of his mouth, let go of her, and stood up.
His tall and slender body, back straight, looked down at her from a high position, the arrogance showing between his eyebrows.
Even now, disheveled as he was, he couldn’t hide his inherent pride and nobility.
Sophie buried her head in her knees, "Do you think I’m afraid of death? What I’m afraid of is not being able to exact my revenge before dying..."
Just thinking about those who had reduced her to this state being able to live a carefree life sowhere in the world...
She hated herself!
Hated herself for being powerless, and for lacking the ans to exact her revenge personally!
The man next to her walked away, and Sophie raised her head to watch Thomas leave without looking back.
She stared at him, her lips stubbornly pursed.
After walking a distance, Thomas turned around and looked deeply into her eyes, "Hurry up and follow."
Sophie stood up, dusted off the sand on her body, and quickly followed.
After catching up with Thomas Shannon, her breathing short, she reached out and held his hand, "Are you angry with ?"
"Getting angry with you would only hasten my death."
Sophie turned her head, pretending not to hear his sarcasm. After a while, she touched her stomach, "Where should we find food?"
They had no food and, most importantly, no water...
In this endless desert, what should they do?
Sophie couldn’t help but worry. Thomas held her hand as they struggled to walk on the sand dunes.
The sand was soft, and every step was difficult to gain leverage.
The more they walked, the more tired they beca.
Thomas’s breath was steady, but as he heard Sophie’s labored breathing at his side, he frowned with concern, "Can you keep going?"
Sophie’s face was pale, and she nodded, "Yes."
"Don’t overdo it." Thomas squatted down in front of her, "Co up."
Sophie hesitated, biting her lip, "What about you?"
Wouldn’t it be even more tiring for him with her on his back?
The sun had already risen, and temperatures would keep rising. Without water, their situation was extrely dangerous.
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