Chapter 204
In an instant, the three individuals left in the room were all knocked down. Dennis seized the pistol from Marie’s grasp and pointed it at the head of the man who had been kicked down. With a resounding bang, Dennis pulled the trigger, instantly killing him.
Marie understood that Dennis had to resort to lethal measures because the man who
had just charged at her forcefully snatched her leather jacket.
Marie picked up the leather jacket and hurriedly dragged Dennis outside, only to witness several individuals running toward them with guns. It was most likely that
Driscoll had realized the police had arrived with Clayton and had sent them to capture
Dennis.
Considering the number of armed individuals and Dennis being wounded, Marie
understood that she could not take them on by herself. She held onto Dennis and retreated, circling the final row of houses, leading them toward the vast wilderness of the deep mountains.
Marie dragged Dennis as they hurried inside, followed closely by the sounds of pursuit. Suddenly, Dennis pushed Marie, causing him to lose balance momentarily. Marie swiftly steadied him, and together they fled into the mountains.
Having successfully evaded their chasers, Marie had become disoriented within the mountainous terrain, uncertain of the distance they had covered. The thick forest.
canopy had caused her to lose all sense of direction.
Dennis, who had been silent all along the way, finally reached his limit and fell straight to the ground.
Marie was startled and quickly squatted down to help Dennis to his feet as she urgently shouted, “Dennis! Dennis!”
Dennis’s face was pallid, his lips drained of color, as Marie embraced him and felt the warmth in her hands. When she lifted her hand to inspect it, she realized it was covered
in fresh blood.
Marie turned Dennis over and was met with a distressing sight. It dawned on her that he had pushed her earlier because he had been shot in the shoulder, resulting in his back
being drenched in blood.
Marie became utterly frantic, incessantly calling out, “Dennis! Dennis!”
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Dennis remained unresponsive, and if it were not for the barely audible sound of his
breath, Marie would have assumed he was dead.
The wound kept bleeding relentlessly, and it was only a matter of time before Dennis.
would succumb to excessive blood loss and die. Marie felt helpless; she gently kissed
Dennis on the forehead and whispered, “Wait here for me; I will come back to save you.”
Marie then went and gathered some branches and leaves from nearby. She then
skillfully extracted gunpowder from the bullets and, after a great deal of effort, successfully ignited a fire.
Marie pulled a dagger from her ankle boots and heated it in the fire. Once heated, she
stuffed Dennis’s shirt into his mouth, securing it tightly. Summoning her resolve, she
swiftly slashed a cross on his shoulder, causing Dennis’s body to convulse in intense agony. Undeterred, Marie skillfully used the blade tip to extract the bullet fragments.
Fortunately, the bullet had only struck the shoulder area near the arm, getting lodged
against the bone and not penetrating further. Otherwise, Marie would not have been
able to extract the bullet this way.
‘Marie applied the scorching blade to Dennis’s wound, which caused him to wince and awaken in pain. His body trembled from the intense pain. In a trembling voice, Marie.
comforted him, saying, “You’re fine now; you’re fine.”
Marie was afraid, aware that such extreme pain could be unbearable for Dennis.
Nonetheless, trapped in a situation where the outcome seemed inevitable death regardless of the path chosen, she decided to take a leap of faith.
Marie swiftly extinguished the fire pit and grabbed the shirt, tearing it into strips. With these makeshift bandages, she wrapped them tightly around the wound on Dennis’s
shoulder, slowing down the bleeding for the time being.
Having finished these tasks, Marie was covered in sweat and completely drained. She had also been injured and brutally assaulted by a group of men. However, she could not afford to take a break.
Even though the fire had been put out, the smoke had already wafted away, leaving them vulnerable. Marie and Dennis would be in grave danger if they were spotted and pursued.
Marie gathered her breath and lifted Dennis onto her back, determined to keep moving
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forward. Standing at a height of six feet and one inch, he seemed slender but surprisingly heavy. Even though Marie was used to carrying heavy loads while running, it still required considerable effort to bear his weight.
Dennis blinked his eyes drowsily, fixed his gaze on the back of Marie’s head, and murmured, “Marie.”
Marie gently tugged him upwards and whispered, “I’m here, Dennis, I’m right here.”
Dennis lost consciousness once more, and Marie, having removed his clothes, could see
the bruises and numerous wounds all over his body. With days of no food and the toll it
had taken, it was a wonder he had made it this far.
Marie could not afford to pause; she continued to move forward, unsteadily carrying Dennis on her back. Every few steps, she made a mark on the trees with her dagger,
ensuring that if Luca and the others discovered this location, they could easily find her
by following these signs.
Brussels could get a bit humid in February, but as the sun went down, the temperature
gradually dropped, and it became slightly chilly. The temperature difference between day and night was significant. Additionally, being in the damp forest, Marie was deeply concerned that Dennis’s wound might get infected and inflamed.
Dennis’s consciousness was highly blurred, and he could only vaguely sense the girl in front of him, her frail figure carrying him for a long time.
Dennis mumbled in a dazed state, “Marie, go ahead.”
Marie took a sharp breath and scolded with annoyance, “Shut your mouth!”
She refused to leave. Where could she even go? For Marie, Dennis was her only refuge. Even if it meant death, she was determined to die here with him.
Marie could not help but find it a bit funny. She had been left in this Brussels forest to be food for wolves in a past life, and now she had circled back here again. Maybe it was fate, and she could not run away from it.
However, weighing Dennis on her back, Marie pulled out her dagger and forcefully drove it into the tree trunk, carving another distinctive mark.
Screw destiny; Marie had no intention of giving up. She was determined to have Dennis by her side, to claim the title of Mrs. Whitney, and live a prosperous life together.
The forest was teeming with dense follage and dampness, saturating Marie’s pants. She proceeded cautiously, placing each foot carefully. Unaware, she misstepped and plunged down, taking Dennis along with her.
Marie clutched Dennis’s arm within a split second, not wanting him to slip away.
Despite Dennis showing no signs of being alert, he effortlessly embraced Marie as they
rolled down the slope.
With Dennis nestled in her arms, both battered by the stones, Marie shuddered at the thought of how much pain he must be in.
Frantically scrambling to her feet, Marie was taken aback by the bloodstains on
Dennis’s face, back, and arms caused by the scraping branches. It was a chilling sight. She pulled him up, gently tapped his cheek, and shouted, “Dennis! Dennis!”
Dennis frowned, clearly in discomfort, but he remained unconscious. There were signs of oozing blood from his shoulder wound.
Marie hoisted him onto her back again and pressed ahead, half carrying and half
dragging him. She would not leave if Dennis could not escape the forest alive this time.
‘She had committed herself to this man.
While walking, Marie kept on ranting, “Dennis! You can’t back out after proposing! If you don’t wake up, I’ll drag you out and throw you out on the streets; let everyone know
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