Could she possibly want Pello to die? Wen Maixue panicked at her own thoughts, how could she possibly think such a thing. She pulled out the brooch, kissing it, but the brooch was still ice-cold, like a thoroughly dead corpse.
Yes, things had co to this. Olson had uncovered their conspiracy, Pello no longer had a chance for revenge. Even if Pello were rescued, he would no longer have the chance to regain Olson’s properties. If she chose Pello, did that an she would end up just like Wen Zimu?
Instead of that, she might as well marry Olson, at least Olson could give her the title of a Countess, and even if Olson died, his son, Orleans, was also deeply smitten with her.
Yes, Wen Maixue decided to make Orleans fall for her for a lifeti.
After the kiss, Wen Maixue pushed Orleans away.
Orleans, still indulging in the sweetness of love, was abruptly pushed away by Wen Maixue, causing him to be at a loss.
"I’m no longer worthy of you," Wen Maixue cried, collapsing on the bed, her slender fingers tightly gripping the sheets, sobbing incoherently.
"I’ve been violated by your father..." Wen Maixue cried, shaking.
"Xuexue, I," Orleans also noticed this, anger ablaze in his chest, "that beast."
"No, Orleans, don’t defy your father because of ," Wen Maixue struggled to stop crying, but her swollen eyes and blood-bitten lips pained Orleans’s heart.
"Xuexue, we can escape, we can flee Europe, go to Country Z, where we won’t have to worry about that beast’s spies," Olson knew, Asia was still a blank spot for Olson, and Wen Maixue’s family was also a prominent family in Asia.
Wen Maixue’s expression was a bit strange, as if she never knew Orleans, she bit her lip, such a fool, it seems that propping up this fool to replace Olson was not going to be easy.
An Orleans without a title and wealth was no different from roadside trash. However, Wen Maixue would not reveal her true thoughts. Pello’s death forced Wen Maixue to reconsider her future plans.
The chess piece that was Orleans, whom she had long cast aside from the ga board, she picked up again.
A look of surprise appeared on her face, but it quickly dimd. She timidly said, "It’s impossible, your father will not let go, he has seized all my passports."
"It doesn’t work, nothing works, why can’t I do anything," Orleans thought about last night when he was confined in the cabin, while his shaless father was violating Wen Maixue, he sat to one side, hugging his head, roaring in agony.
"Orleans, my dear," Wen Maixue sat up, pulling Orleans’s head into her embrace, soothingly whispered, "You didn’t sleep well last night, seeing you like this really breaks my heart, here, I have so sleeping pills, take them and rest well first."
Wen Maixue took out two small bottles of dicine, picking one pill from each, watching Orleans swallow them. Those two bottles of pills, one was psychotropic dicine given by Pello, the other was sleeping pills Wen Maixue used for her insomnia.
Orleans lay on the bed, his hand held by Wen Maixue, his eyelids drooped, and soon the room was left with only the sound of deep sleep.
Wen Maixue walked out of the cabin, locking the door behind her, she put on her ski suit, she needed to exercise, to properly vent her pent-up emotions.
Because no one had inford the rescue team, the three to four days Pello originally anticipated for rescue had quickly passed.
In those days, Su Ziceng and Pello survived on the at of a frozen reindeer that had died in the ravine. Su Ziceng, who forrly couldn’t even eat raw fish, had now been moved to eat raw deer at. In the first few days, she vomited out more deer at than she swallowed, and it was only after Pello’s repeated coaxing that she managed to eat.
"It’s really good to have you here." Every night, as Su Ziceng fell asleep on Pello’s chest, she would say this. Every morning, when she woke up, she would say the sa.
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