While My Husband Cheated I Married His Powerful Brother novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Chapter 137 The Warmth of a Stranger

The woman’s warm finger steadily traced four simple letters onto the palm of his hand.

C-A-L-L-E-D.

She had made the call. Butler Hu knew he was still alive and knew where to find him. Help was officially on the way.

Dorian felt a massive wave of relief wash over his chest, loosening the tightness in his lungs. His body was still completely paralyzed, his vision was dark, and his ears were filled with absolute silence. But none of that mattered as much anymore because someone knew he was down here. He just had to hold on a little longer.

He let out a ragged breath, his shoulders relaxing against the cold earth.

Then, a split second later, the peaceful feeling vanished.

He felt a distinct, heavy vibration reverberating through the ground right beneath his head. Multiple sets of footsteps were heading his way, heavy, quick, and deliberate.

The mercenaries had made it down to the river valley.

His body tensed up instantly, his heart slamming against his ribs. He tried to speak, but his throat was raw and damaged from the gas and the river water. No sound came out.

The woman beside him clearly noticed his sudden rigidity. She looked up, her eyes widening in horror as she scanned the edge of the woods.

Three dark figures in tactical gear burst out from between the trees.

Dorian’s mind worked in overdrive.

He couldn’t see the men, and he couldn’t hear their voices, but he could track their movements through the ground. He felt the heavy thuds of their tactical boots and the subtle shift in the air as they fanned out across the clearing.

They were methodically searching the area, looking for his body to make sure he hadn’t survived the plunge off the cliff.

He needed to warn the stranger beside him before they spotted her too.

Dorian forced his mouth open, using every remaining shred of energy to push air past his vocal cords. His voice came out as a weak, barely audible rasp.

"Killers..."

The woman leaned down, staring at his moving lips.

"Killers," he repeated, trying to shape the word as clearly as possible. "They’re here. Looking for me."

She glanced back toward the treeline. The three armed men were steadily sweeping closer, checking the bushes with their rifles raised.

Instead of panicking and running off to save herself, she acted immediately.

She reached down and grabbed him under the arms. Dorian’s body was completely limp and heavy, a dead weight on the muddy grass, but she gritted her teeth and began dragging him backward toward a patch of thick, tall river reeds.

He hated how useless he was. He couldn’t help her pull, his legs dragged hopelessly through the mud, and his arms hung completely limp at his sides.

She dragged him deep into the high grass, laying him down flat on his back before crouching low beside him.

The woman moved with incredible speed and surprising composure.

She leaned over and grabbed the front of his torn jacket and shirt, yanking the soaked fabric straight off his chest. The bite of the icy mountain air hit his bare skin instantly, making him shiver.

She ripped the dark fabric into pieces and tossed it out onto the open mud near the water’s edge, making it look like he had dragged himself out of the river and kept moving down the bank.

Next, she grabbed a thick, fallen tree branch from the ground. She dragged the heavy leaves through the damp grass, stomping down a clear path of broken stalks that led straight toward the rushing river rapids, creating a clean false trail.

Sprinting back to the reeds, she crouched over Dorian, pulling the tall grass together over their heads to hide them from view.

Seconds later, the heavy footsteps stomped right into the small clearing.

The mercenaries stopped near the water, their boots squelching in the mud.

One of them spotted the torn, bloody shirt lying by the shore and pointed at the crushed path leading along the riverbank. Believing Dorian had been swept downstream or was trying to crawl along the water, all three men took the bait and took off running down the river trail.

The woman stayed completely still, her breath shallow and quiet as her heart pounded against her ribs.

Dorian could feel her warmth pressing directly against his chest, her small hand firmly covering his mouth to ensure no involuntary groan escaped his lips.

They stayed frozen like that for several long minutes until the heavy vibrations of the boots completely faded into the distance.

Dorian let out a long, shaky breath through his nose.

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