Abigail was fuming for what felt like forever, but Landon just straight-up ignored her, making her so mad she almost chucked the water in her hand right at his face.

"Then just die here," she snapped, all irritated.

She got into the car, yanked him out, and dumped him by the roadside like he was yesterday's trash.

She was done with him.

Just then, Landon piped up, "You can't get out."

"None of your business," Abigail shot back, slamming the car door hard and stomping around to the driver's side.

As she opened the door, she heard Landon's voice again, "You don't have a penny on you, and there are human traffickers everywhere here. If you get caught, your fate will be terrible." Abigail paused, instinctively looking around.

All she saw was a desolate wilderness, almost uninhabited, with even some bird calls she had never heard before.

No money, no phone, and no food. If she kept wandering around for a few more hours like she did just now, she might really die here.

She hesitated for a while, then finally closed the car door and went to the trunk.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

She opened the trunk, took out the medical kit inside, and silently walked over to Landon.

She unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the bandage on the wound on his stomach. Just like last time, it had already turned red, and when she touched it, there was blood.

Abigail untied the bandage, and the stitches on the wound had come apart again, though not as severely as last time. The wound showed signs of scabbing, but all the rest from the past few days had been in vain because of this ordeal. Seeing his wound, Abigail felt a bit guilty. She looked up at Landon.

In the sunlight, his face was as pale as a corpse, completely devoid of color.

His glasses were long gone, and without them, Abigail noticed for the first time how beautiful his eyes were.

"Are you really nearsighted?" she asked.

Landon ignored her.

Abigail held up one finger and asked, "How many fingers?"

Landon's mouth twitched.

She then held up two fingers and asked, "How many now?"

Landon, unable to bear it any longer, raised his hand to swat her away. "Even if I'm nearsighted, I'm not blind."

Abigail finally quieted down and said with a grin, "True."

"This is the third time I've saved you. Can you stop capturing me in the future?" she asked.

"Who do you think caused me to be like this now?" Landon shot back.

"Didn't you throw me into the water before? Let's call it even, okay?" Abigai asked.

Landon turned his head away, ignoring her again.

Abigail pouted and patiently bandaged him up. There was still a bit of bleeding, but it wasn't too serious; he shouldn't die from it.

Abigail helped him up and walked him back to the car. "We agreed, you can't capture me again in the future."

Although he was in a miserable state now, Abigail still remembered how arrogant he was when she was first captured, threatening and scaring her in all sorts of ways.

She just didn't know if he was like Alexander, who liked to go back on his word.

Now she had no better option. Without Landon to guide her, she would either be kidnapped by human traffickers or starve to death on the road.

At least now, Landon posed no threat to her. As long as she could escape before he recovered, that would be fine.

She drove for a few more hours, and it was already 4 PM.

Abigail still hadn't seen anyone on the road, not even a building.

She suddenly felt something was wrong, stopped the car, and turned to ask Landon, "Are you doing this on purpose? Where are we going?" "Just keep driving," Landon simply said.

Abigail looked at him suspiciously but continued driving. After all, he was injured and he wouldn't let himself die.

With that thought, Abigail continued driving with confidence.