My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 393

Christina had already stood in front of Geoffrey, looking straight at the photographer with caution.

Bob's arm was injured, and he looked very haggard. He didn't want to fight with Christina but to occupy the stone house selfishly.

"This stone house was built by the hunters a long time ago. It has been standing empty for a long time. It's quite large and dark. Maybe there are black bears eluding the cold winter. It will be dangerous to rush in."

The photographer seemed familiar with this area.

The photographer paused and turned to look at Christina. "Miss Dickens has a lighter. Fire can protect us when we explore the way. And only by making a fire to keep warm can we survive the night. Otherwise, we will all die here."

Bob seemed to panic when he heard the word "die." The memory of the avalanches just now still haunted him. He just crawled out of the snow and out of danger. He didn't want to die.

"How do you know I have a lighter?"

Christina became more cautious. The photographer seemed to have paid much attention to her since they met and knew her very well.

A smile hovered on the photographer's lips and he said softly and casually, "I also know you have a 15 cm steel knife."

Christina's face tensed up.

Then, they found a few branches and spent nearly half an hour lighting them up with Christina's lighter. The roaring fire made them feel more at ease.

Christina bent over slightly and carried Barbara who was disabled on her back. Geoffrey followed them closely. The thin photographer held a torch and Bob did not dare to have any more objections. They walked cautiously into the stone house together.

The stone house might have been standing empty for a long time. The wooden door was already dilapidated. The room was dark and airless, giving them a gloomy feeling.

The stone house was a rectangle. It was only three meters wide, but it was very deep. Christina and the others were not interested in exploring inside the stone house. They walked about ten meters but still didn't reach the end, so they returned to the entrance of the cave and snuggled closer.

Christina found a wooden bed, a broken wooden cabinet, a few iron buckets, a big iron bowl, and a large bundle of thick hemp ropes.

She walked over to the cabinet and rummaged through it. She found a shotgun, but there were no bullets.

"There are really wild animals around..." Christina became vigilant. The shotgun indicated that it was not safe nearby.

Christina then found a large dusty bottle of whiskey at the top of the cabinet.

It was probably stored by the hunters before to keep them warm. Bob saw the whiskey and shouted at Christina in a rough voice, "Give it to me!"

Christina ignored him.

Bob was always overbearing and his face darkened after being ignored by Christina. He got up and wanted to grab it. But his wife immediately stopped him and muttered. She probably said that Christina had a knife, and Bob hesitated and subsided back.

Geoffrey snuggled up to Christina. He was young but knew people's evil sides.

The photographer seemed to be very experienced in surviving in the wilderness. He looked thin, but his physical strength didn't match his outward appearance. He walked to the wooden bed, broke it into strips with his bare hands, and quickly made a fire.

The bright roaring fire filled the stone house with warmth. They subconsciously approached the fire to keep warm.

Christina turned her head and looked at the man opposite her by the light of fire.

She suddenly realized that the photographer was not afraid of coldness. He was wearing the thinnest clothes, only two layers, but he sat far away from the fire. It seemed that he didn't like to crowd with others. Christina felt he was a little cold and arrogant.

At this moment, Barbara let out a low cry of pain. Her legs were badly injured.

Christina grabbed a few more wooden planks and the large bundle of hemp ropes, walked towards Barbara, squatted, and took out the steel knife from her waist.

Barbara saw Christina holding a sharp knife and screamed in shock, "What are you doing?"

Christina was expressionless and she deliberately scared Barbara. "Your feet are badly injured. I have to cut them off."

Barbara was scared to death by what Christina said. "No, no, don't do it..."

Christina neatly tore Barbara's pants and checked her wounds. She stopped bleeding.

Christina bit open the bottle of whiskey and poured it on Barbara's injured legs.