Ryan Walyon’s hands felt heavy, and several tis he contemplated throwing her back down the mountain.
Ariella Sawyer probably anticipated the potential problems of climbing the mountain. Afraid that Ryan would really throw her down, she kept her hand tightly clutching the front of Ryan’s shirt before falling unconscious.
The grip was so tight that it almost choked Ryan, leaving him breathless.
Ryan’s face had turned sowhat gloomy, all because of Ariella’s antics.
The staff couldn’t understand where his anger was coming from, so they speculated that Ryan was angry because Ariella was injured.
A group of people continued to struggle as they made their way up the mountain.
By the ti they arrived on the mountain top, after spending over an hour, night had fallen.
Sumr Sutton had been waiting at the site all along, not returning even after finishing work.
"How is she? Is Little Ariella okay?" Seeing Ryan coming up, Sumr Sutton rushed over first to check on Ariella’s situation.
Ariella had only suffered frostbite, and once she was ward up properly and woke up, there would be no other issues.
Ryan had held her for more than an hour, bearing a severe overload on his hands, and had also been walking on the mountain road for such a long ti, making his limbs feel almost useless, completely numb.
Ryan had never seen any woman weigh this much.
Is this a celebrity’s figure?
Is this a pig?
Don’t female celebrities usually strictly control their weight, with als as small as bird food?
This woman must be secretly eating every day, hiding it from her manager, right?
Ryan absolutely didn’t believe Ariella was less than over a hundred pounds.
How would Sumr Sutton know Ariella’s weight?
She naturally assud that Ryan carrying Ariella should be as effortless as Adrian Walyon carrying herself.
In the snowy weather, Ryan’s back and forehead were soaked with sweat, but Sumr Sutton didn’t notice, her eyes solely focused on Ariella.
"Little Ariella, wake up! Wake up!" Next to Ryan, Sumr Sutton repeatedly called out to Ariella in his arms.
"She’s fine, I’m the one with a problem." Ryan replied to her expressionlessly.
"You have a problem?" Sumr Sutton lifted her face, looking at him puzzled, "What problem do you have?"
"If you don’t get her into the car, I’ll fling her down again right now!" Ryan didn’t explain, simply stating coldly.
His words reminded Sumr Sutton.
"Right, right, let’s get in the car first!" Leading the way, Sumr Sutton directed Ryan towards Ariella’s car.
After Ryan placed her inside, he didn’t show any tenderness, roughly throwing Ariella into the car and stood to the side rubbing his numb arms.
His force was sowhat brute, jolting Ariella from unconsciousness as she was tossed.
She woke up from the pain.
However, upon waking up, she didn’t dare open her eyes to look around.
With the corner of her eye, she glanced in Ryan’s direction, noticing him constantly rubbing his arms, Ariella swiftly closed her eyes, continuing to feign unconsciousness.
Ryan seed to have quite a bit of resentnt towards Ariella.
After rubbing his sore arms and neck for a while, he casually remarked to Sumr Sutton, "Your friend needs to lose weight."
Sumr Sutton didn’t take his words to heart, earnestly expressing her opinion, "No, I think Little Ariella is just fine like this; she doesn’t look fat and yet isn’t as thin as those typical female stars who are nothing but skin and bones. Little Ariella embodies a kind of healthy beauty."
Healthy my foot!
Ariella is seriously overweight; there are barely any other female celebrities who weigh as much as she does.
"If she doesn’t lose weight, she might lose her endorsents!" Adrian Walyon dropped a line, expressionlessly continuing to rub his arms and neck.
Ariella was startled, her closed eyes suddenly opening wide.
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