Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 128: Hold Me Tight, Little One

Alia Wright was on the mountainside, already so exhausted she was close to collapsing.

The phone rang, and although her hand was shaking from breathing so heavily, she still reached for the phone.

Her phone was set to Do Not Disturb mode, so calls couldn’t co through, except from the only person on her whitelist, Emily Allen.

Alia was afraid Emily wouldn’t be able to find her.

Emily got through on the phone: "Auntie, where did you go? It’s almost dark, when will you be back?"

Alia, gasping, replied gently, "Uncle Elijah took mountain climbing, I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Be a good girl and go to bed early, let Hailey Smith take you to kindergarten tomorrow."

Emily responded obediently, "Okay, Auntie, have fun, don’t worry about ."

It was rare for Auntie to go out and have fun, and Emily was quite happy.

He was still too young, and he hoped he’d grow up quickly, so he could protect Auntie soday.

Alia hung up the phone, still breathing heavily.

It was almost dark, and they were still halfway up the mountain. Elijah was in no hurry, quietly waiting and handing Alia a water bottle.

Elijah smiled and said, "Have you rested enough? We should almost continue now."

Alia, drinking water, paused her breath at the ntion of continuing, and ended up choking on the water.

Bending over, she began to cough violently, her face turning red, tears welling up, and she pitifully looked up at Elijah.

Elijah’s smile paused, and he awkwardly shifted his gaze away.

This little one seed completely unaware of the impact her deanor had; even he felt a pang of reluctance in urging her to continue climbing.

Alia, however, tremblingly stood up, "Let’s go, I won’t rest anymore; the more I rest, the less I want to get up."

Her energy was already depleted, but she persevered without knowing what she was striving for.

Elijah responded with a nod, walking behind Alia with a large hiking backpack.

The reason for walking behind was mainly due to Alia’s shaky legs, and he feared she might stumble and roll down the mountain.

The sun was gradually setting, the sky darkening; once it got dark, climbing would be unsuitable.

If they didn’t reach the summit by dark, they wouldn’t see the sunrise tomorrow.

Suddenly stopping, Alia looked up at the summit, the winding mountain path seemingly endless.

As if trapped in the depths of hell, she felt she’d never ascend.

The determination in Alia’s eyes gradually disappeared.

She no longer wanted to climb.

Thinking there would be no good outco, she focused solely on vengeance, avoiding unnecessary struggle.

Love, friendship, family—she felt she shouldn’t long for any of it.

She wouldn’t make it to the top, wouldn’t see the sunrise.

So be it...

Alia’s body went limp, drowsily falling, and a pair of broad hands caught her from behind.

Elijah resolutely said, "We’ve made it halfway; are you going to give up?"

Alia looked at Elijah with a pale face, "I can’t make it."

Elijah firmly said, "I can help you walk."

Alia wanted to say it wasn’t possible, but she didn’t struggle.

Elijah supported her and continued climbing.

After walking so unknown distance further, Alia was drenched in sweat, her legs moving chanically, the motions becoming numb.

She weakly said, "Elijah, let’s stop."

Elijah, seeing her pale face, stopped.

He didn’t necessarily need Alia to reach the summit, but he had a bad premonition, feeling that giving up now would make her lose sothing crucial.

Without Elijah’s support, Alia couldn’t stand steadily.

She quietly murmured, "So people are just ant to stay down, even efforts are futile."

Perhaps Alia’s words carried too much sorrow, causing a tremor in Elijah’s heart.

He directly reached out and picked Alia up.

With a backpack on his back and things in hand, he embraced her like a child, cradling her legs and lifting her up.

Alia, unused to others’ closeness, tried to push away.

Before she could exert any force, Elijah’s cold voice said, "It’s alright if you can’t; I’ll take you."

Alia’s pushing hand halted.

Elijah’s steady voice sounded beside her ear: "Little one, you’ll see the sunrise."

Alia put down her hand and rested it on Elijah’s shoulder.

Jade Peak Mountain was high. Elijah carried a backpack with a tent and various supplies, which was already heavy, plus also carrying Alia made it incredibly demanding, even for soone with great stamina.

Elijah seed unfazed by the strain, confidently saying, "Little one, hold on tight, here we go!"

Alia gently held Elijah’s neck to avoid burdening him too much, watching as they steadily approached the summit.

Sweat droplets fell from Elijah’s forehead, but his face bore a bright smile, filled with resolve.

Alia remained silent, unsure what to do, using a tissue to wipe the sweat from Elijah’s forehead.

Elijah, with his dark eyes, looked at Alia.

Alia, pale and weak, didn’t utter a word.

Elijah quickly looked away, not daring to linger.

This little one, if looked at too much, beca irresistibly attractive.

At first, he simply thought this little one was pitiful, later realizing her frailness hid great strength—madness on the racetrack, elegance at the auction, gentleness in the old town—this was all her.

So said, when you can’t help but keep watching soone, you can’t help but like them.

Elijah didn’t know if he liked Alia, but he wanted her to be a bit happier.

So they continued in silence, with only Elijah’s heavy breathing audible.

Elijah carried Alia all the way to the summit.

He set Alia down, laying on the ground, tired but smiling.

Alia sat beside Elijah and softly said, "It’s dark now."

Elijah’s voice still smiled, "Yes, but we made it up."

Alia said nothing more, sitting on the ground, hugging her legs, her emotions extrely complicated.

She was brought to the summit by soone—did this result also count?

If...in that bloody, sinful hell, she couldn’t escape on her own, would it be alright if soone saved her?

Alia fell into deep thought.

Elijah lay on the ground for a while, seeing Alia in a daze, he didn’t disturb her, and instead found a spot to pitch the tent.

When Alia ca back to her senses, Elijah was almost done setting up the second tent.

Alia apologized slightly, "Is there anything you need to do?"

Elijah shook his head, seeing Alia’s apologetic face, he added, "If you’re free, take out the ingredients from the backpack. I’ll cook after lighting a fire."

Alia imdiately went for the backpack. Elijah carried her up the latter part of the way, and though her legs still trembled a bit from rest, she could just about move.

She opened the backpack and laid out the items one by one.

After setting up the tent, Elijah washed his hands at a puddle and started a fire.

He brought a small pot, sufficient drinking water, and ingredients.

Seeing all the necessities, Alia was surprised at how much Elijah had carried, even with the extra weight of carrying her, she wondered how Elijah had such incredible stamina.

The soup in the water began to boil, and Elijah added the ingredients.

The night mountain breeze was cool; Alia drew her jacket tighter, finally understanding why thick clothing was needed for mountain climbing.

Elijah poured a bowl of soup, handing it to Alia, "Try my mushroom soup."

Alia held the soup, letting it cool for a while, lightly blowing on it, sipping with small mouthfuls.

Her small face enveloped in misty warmth looked stunningly beautiful.

Elijah quickly shifted his gaze away, not daring to look further.

She was like a delicate kitten, why so fragile.

The two drank mushroom soup atop Jade Peak Mountain.

Basil Smith, anwhile, couldn’t find Alia even after nightfall.

Basil’s whole face turned dark. The Young Madam, after injuring the young master, left with a man and hadn’t returned by night.

Feeling indignant, he returned to the Imperial Garden, where the young master had already lost control.

Standing at a distance by the door, Basil reported, "Madam went out with Elijah, and hasn’t returned late into the night."

"Snap."

Godfery Shaw forcibly crushed the cup in his hand.