Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Perhaps She Really Did Hate Me 

I was taken aback for a moment, but didn’t avoid the question, saying lightly, “I ran into a bit of trouble.” It was something that had 

happened a long time ago. I glanced at him sideways and couldn’t help but laugh, “What about you? Why were you left in the primeval forest? Even a tycoon can be abandoned, could it be due to a kidnapping plot, the kind of open and covert battles among the wealthy that I’m thinking of?” It seemed that these were the only possibilities I could think of. 

He pulled a faint smile, calmly saying, “I have no relatives, no friends, and no one dares to pry into my things.” 

No relatives or friends? 

“Was it because of what? Emotional entanglement?” It wasn’t because of interests, I paused slightly and said, “Or a struggle for power?” 

He laughed deeply, setting down the mushroom in his hand, and looked at me, saying, “You have a rich imagination, but, none of it is true.” 

None of these were it. I hesitated for a few seconds, unsure if it was curiosity or a love for gossip, and asked, “Could it be for revenge?” 

He paused slightly, his movements stiffening a bit, and said, “Perhaps.” 

I was a bit dazed, “Possible?” 

He nodded, looking at me, his dark eyes almost gloomily deep as he said, “Perhaps she really does hate me, wishing I were dead.” 

Hearing this, I nodded and didn’t ask any more. My curiosity was satisfied at this point. To continue asking would be impolite. 

After eating some food and drinking some water, my stomach finally felt a bit better. Plus, having lit a fire, my body also warmed up. 

Daniel’s complexion had improved quite a bit, I wasn’t sure if it was because he had eaten something, or because his body had warmed up a bit. Seeing his improved condition, I looked up at the sky, which was still gray. We didn’t have our phones on us, but he was wearing a rather expensive watch on his wrist, which at least let us know what time it was. 

Around three or four in the afternoon, it was unrealistic for us to continue waiting here. The mountain had already been sealed off, no one would come into the mountain. If we continued to wait here, we were afraid we wouldn’t be able to wait for the rescuers. If Daniel’s injury continued to be delayed, it would cause trouble. Moreover, he had been having a fever all the time, once it got serious, it would be troublesome. 

Thinking of this, I looked at him and asked, “Can you still keep going?” 

He seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, nodded slightly, his voice was hoarse, but still pleasant, “Hmm, let’s go.” 

Hearing this, I helped him to stand up. 

Just as I was about to continue following my intuition, he suddenly stopped. I looked at him with suspicion, seeing him looking up at the surrounding trees. 

Not understanding what he was doing, I asked, “What’s wrong?” 

He didn’t respond to me. After a moment, he pointed in another direction and said, “We’ll go this way.” 

I hesitated for a few seconds, not understanding why he changed direction, “Can we get out this way?” 

He hummed in agreement, saying lightly, “When we entered the mountain, I looked at the map. The place where your mother had an accident should not be far from here. If I’m not mistaken, if we keep going a little further, we should find a place with people.” 

I was curious about how he made his judgment. Supporting him, I followed the direction he pointed out, asking, “How do you know that walking in this direction will lead us to a populated place?” After all, neither of us had a compass, and we were surrounded by dense forests. I had been relying on my intuition and had been wandering aimlessly in these woods for a long time. 

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said lightly, “This forest is not very large, the terrain features are quite obvious. You can determine the direction through the branches and leaves of the trees, and the growth of the vegetation, all can be roughly judged.” 

I was confused and asked, “How can this be determined?”