Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 292

Chapter 292 He Could Not Die 

He was injured, taking me out seemed impossible. I was afraid, if I died here, he would also be stuck here with me. 

Seeming to know what I was thinking, Daniel’s face turned ashen, his voice restrained and low, “Don’t talk nonsense, we will find someone soon. Don’t sleep, as long as we get out, we will find someone.” 

I nodded, but it felt as if my strength was being drained bit by bit. I didn’t even know what kind of snake it was, how it could be so powerful. I hadn’t been bitten for long, but I was already feeling weak all over. To encounter a snake in winter, I really was unlucky. 

Seeing that I was about to close my eyes, Daniel raised his hand and slapped my face, his voice almost domineering, “Tabatha, don’t sleep!” 

“My eyelids were too heavy, and I looked at his somewhat blurry figure, saying, ‘I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess with me, and for causing Sebastian to be lost somewhere. Mr. Monroe, if I die, when you see Sebastian, please apologize to him for me. 

“Shut up!” He suddenly raised his voice, trembling a bit, “Whatever you want to say, whatever you want to do, go do it yourself, Tabatha. I won’t help you with anything. Don’t sleep, I’ll carry you out.” 

He hoisted me onto his back, moving forward step by step. I lay on his shoulder, thinking about his injured leg, and with a hoarse voice, I kept saying sorry to him, one apology after another. 

He just kept responding to my inability to sleep, over and over again. In the end, he even started to threaten me, saying that if I fell asleep, he would leave me here, to be forever lost in this thicket. 

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“Let the snakes, insects, rats, and ants in this mountain and soil gnaw at me,” his words scared me quite a bit. I’ve been afraid of these things since I was a child. The thought of being gnawed by these creatures after death made me shudder uncontrollably. 

But I was still very tired, and very weary. Leaning on Daniel’s back, I forced myself to stay conscious and said, “Daniel, could you help me take care of my mother?” 

He walked laboriously, responding to me in a hoarse voice, “No, Tabatha, I won’t help you with anything. You’d better live well on your own. And, I warn you, you can’t die now. If you die, my return will be meaningless.” 

I didn’t know what he meant by saying that. I somewhat suspected that I was hallucinating due to the snake venom attacking my heart, and I kept muttering apologies. 

The mind also became increasingly heavy and confused. 

Later on, I lost consciousness, with only the domineering and gloomy voice of Daniel reaching my ears. He seemed very angry, and on the verge of panic. 

Actually, I wasn’t afraid of death at all, it’s just that I had a lot of regrets. I didn’t stay with my mother and live well, didn’t manage the Conner Group left by my father properly, didn’t say goodbye to Walter properly, didn’t tell him that a long time ago, I really wanted to have a child with him, to live a peaceful life as a family, and there were so many more regrets… 

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I woke up in the hospital. In the few seconds when I opened my eyes, I was momentarily disoriented, until a deep, magnetic voice came from beside me. “Awake!” 

It was Walter.