Village Girl is a Billionaire novel Chapter 1

A desert island .

It was raining heavily and huge waves were lapping at the reef.

Swanstrom Brooks struggled to sharpen the wood with the dagger she carried, the rain beating down on her face as if she was unaware of it.

She has been separated from her family for ten years and has managed to find the Gardner family to find the truth about her mother's death and her abduction, only to be assassinated on her way home by someone claiming to have come to take her home.

She managed to fight back against the gang, but the cruise ship went into the water and she drifted to this uninhabited island.

It was her seventh day on the island and there were no passing ships in sight.

It is good that there are many trees on the island and she made a simple wooden boat by herself.

The wooden boat will soon be ready, only the oars remain, and it is raining heavily ......

Swanstrom stood up and was about to move his muscles when his eyes suddenly saw something black on the other side of the reef.

She walks over suspiciously and is surprised to find it's a man!

The man's face was pale, his face unusually handsome, but his waist was wounded, and the blood was mixed with seawater.

Swanstrom tested the man's breathing to make sure he was still alive, and then struggled to drag him up to the island and carry him to the cave where she had been sleeping for the past few days.

When the fire was ready, she ran out again in the rain and came back not long after, with a few more herbs in her hands.

"Count yourself lucky to have run into me."

Swanstrom said as he reached down to remove the man's outstretched clothes.

Swanstrom visually examined the wound on the man's waist, it was a stab wound, very deep, I don't know if it hurt the internal organs.

She was about to feel the man's pulse when her wrist was suddenly clasped by a large hand.

"Ahem ...... what a man?!" The man's voice was weak, but the hand that clasped her wrist was very strong.

Swanstrom swept the man away and said quietly, "What man? Your life saver! If you don't let go, it's time for me to make your tombstone. "

The man wrinkled his eyebrows and didn't say anything, his eyes fell on the herbs she was pounding in her hand.

"What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes! I'll help you!"

Swanstrom is straightforward to get started.

"I'll do it myself."

The man pushed her hand away in disgust and removed his own clothes, but his dark eyes did not drop any of their guard.

Clothes soon faded, Swanstrom saw the man's eight-pack abs, smooth mermaid line side, this man's body ...... good to a little too much ah.

Swanstrom gulped involuntarily as she blushed and carefully applied the herbs to the man's body.

"What is this?" The man opened his mouth to inquire, his voice low and without the slightest warmth.

"Herbs to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation."

"Where is this?"

Swanstrom is a little shy, but hearing these questions instantly impatient to look up at the man, this man is very handsome, but also a little too many questions ah, if she knows where this is, why stuck here for seven days?

"Go to school if you have a problem. If you have the strength to talk, you might as well lie down and take a nap."

The man's tone was unpleasant: "This is not the way a doctor speaks to his patients."

"Huh?" Swanstrom asked back with a good laugh, "And is that how you speak to the person who saved your life?"

The men were very unhappy with her.

"Woman, you are rude."

"Man, you're rude."

The two men stared at each other and attacked each other.

Or Swanstrom, too lazy to bother with the injured guy, stood up and said, "It's raining hard and the island will be cold at night, I'll make a fire, you lie down."

Swanstrom was about to go to the corner to make a fire when another man's voice came from behind him, "Hey."

"What's your problem again?" Swanstrom turned around.

If they don't get a grip on life, they'll both freeze to death tonight!

The man opened his mouth and finally said, "It's okay."

"......" Swanstrom didn't want to talk to him anymore and went to the corner to make a fire.

It took Swanstrom more than an hour to get a small fire going in the haystack, which was the only primitive method on the wet, isolated island.

But when the wind blows outside, the small fire goes out again instantly.

"Hello." The man's voice rang out again.

"What are you doing again?!"

Swanstrom just turned around, only to hear a "bang" the sound of metal on the ground, only to see a Zippo lighter rolled to the feet.

"......"