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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Chapter 546

Chapter 546

She hastily looked up, his arms marred by scratches from thoms.

Throughout their slide, she had remained unscathed, all the injuries were bome by him.

She quickly stood up, calling out again.

“lan?”

lan had momentarily lost consciousness. The brunt of their collision had impacted him and it was too much to bear.

Maja’s hands started to shake, worried that those behind them will catch up, she quickly grabbed his hand, ready to

run.

But he was too heavy, she couldn’t lift him up.

In her anxiety, tears started to fall.

Through her blurry vision, she heard him ask, “Are you crying?”

Maja quickly looked up, meeting his pale face and furrowed brows, “don’t cry.”

He slowly stood up, and that’s when Maja noticed, his back was covered in blood, the rock he had laid on was

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similarly stained.

Apparently, the last impact had him hitting a rock.

His gaze was cold, like a wolf in the woods, “Let’s keep moving.”

They were being chased by two groups, and their enemies had obviously come prepared.

Maja quickly supported him, cautiously asking, “Are you in pain?”

Of course he was. He was in excruciating pain.

But as a man, especially in front of the woman he likes, even if he was dying in pain, he would grit his teeth and

bear it silently.

Maja supported him as they moved forward, all the while worrying about Jeff, who had jumped in a different

direction.

She supported lan until they reached a flat area with some cover, where she asked him to sit while she checked his

wounds.

lan grabbed her hand.

“It’s okay, there’s no need to check.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

For the moment, lan was still relatively alert, which gave her a little sense of relief.

If she had been left alone in this wilderness, she would have been terrified.

lan stood up, tightly clutching her hand, “Let’s move further away, the trees here are tall, those people will need

some time to find us. My men and Fitch’s should bey on their way to rescue us, but we’ve lost our phones, so they

might need some time to locate us.”

Maja nodded, following him as they continued their journey.

Suddenly, the sky began to rain, Maja could vaguely see his wound, it was deep, looking like it had been pierced.

Was he really okay?

After about two hours, they reached a cave where they could rest. lan finally couldn’t hold up anymore, leaning

against the cave wall, his forehead covered in sweat and his shirt soaked with blood.

Maja lifted her hand, touching his forehead.

He had a fever.

She quickly looked inside the cave, where there were some dry firewood, this cave was probably used by the

nearby villagers as a temporary shelter when they went up the hill.

She struggled to support him as they walked into the cave, then tore off a part of her jacket, found a lighter from

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him, and lit a fire.

The smoke from the fire wouldn’t drift out, so they wouldn’t be discovered.

She heard lan murmuring, “So cold.”

He had a fever, so he felt cold, and by this time, their clothes were almost soaked.

She built a simple rack with dry wood, took off their outerwear, and placed them next to dry.

Then, she moved lan in front of the fire.

lan was clearly not fully conscious yet, but he used her thigh as a pillow and lay flat.

Their clothes were dried by the evaporating heat, and his hair was also warm, revealing his pale cheeks.

Maja looked down at him, gently playing with his hair.

His hair was wet from the rain, this was the first time she had seen lan so weak.

As she looked down at him, she saw him slowly open his eyes, obviously, he was barely conscious, his eyes filled

with confusion.

Maja was about to ask him where it hurt when she saw him slowly lift his hand, gently placing his fingers on her

face, whispering, “Wouldn’t it be nice if you were my wife?”