Justin nervously put his hand on her hot forehead, and the burning temperature left him distraught.


    He quickly took off his jacket and shirt, which were still warm from his body, and wrapped them around


    Be to shield her from the cold.


    Be weakly opened her eyes. The man had given her almost all his clothes. At this moment, he was


    only wearing his ck vest.


    His muscr body was a work of art. His rugged and untamed charm stood out in the wilderness.


    “Do you still feel cold?” Justin asked in a raspy voice while fixating on her flushed face.


    “Uh… It’s cold. I feel so cold…” Be hugged herself and shivered.


    Justin drew a deep breath. With downcast eyes, he spread his arms apart.


    He carefully pulled her into his arms and rubbed some heat into her.


    “Do you still feel cold?” The man lowered his face, his heart beating out of his chest.


    Be rested her chin against his shoulder de, nestling up to him.


    Justin heaved a deep breath and dug his fingers into her wet hair to massage her head. He tried to


    help her rx and assure her.


    Be felt her tensed muscles easing in his embrace.


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    She was sleepy, barely able to keep her eyes open.


    Justin sat alongside her, providing her with warmth and taking her hand to check her injuries.


    Be’s fingers were bruised and battered. Mud and blood were stuck under her fingernails. These


    fingers did not look like they belonged to an heiress.


    The man pursed his lips as his mind wandered back to her grasping at survival while clinging to the


    cliff.


    His heart went out to her.


    “Be, I hope this won’t ever happen again. You’re not a cat. You don’t have nine lives.” Justin’s lips


    shook in rage as he shouted at her.


    “Uh… You don’t mean anything to me. Who are you to tell me what to do…” Be rested her head on


    his shoulder. Her judgment was clouded by the fever.


    Despite the circumstances they were in, she did not hesitate to snap back at him.


    “Can’t you tell?” Justin’s ears flushed.


    “I can’t. Tell me then.”


    Sure enough, he chickened out when push came to shove.


    “Ha… Whatever. Your answer doesn’t mean anything to me.” Be closed her eyes, not wanting to give


    him any more attention.


    The only thing she wanted to do right now was take a nice, hot bath and lie down on her bed for a good


    sleep.


    She felt so tired.


    “Why did you marry me, Be? Was it because I saved your life? Was it just to repay me?” Justin


    clutched her hand and held it to his chest.


    The fever blurred her ability to think clearly.


    She answered all his questions because she had no energy to argue anymore.


    “I married you because I loved you.”


    Dumbfounded, Justin breathed heavily.


    “I have always hoped to marry you. I didn’t expect my dream toe true.”


    Be’s eyes welled up. “I yed catch-up to you for 13 years, Justin. Throughout my teenage years, I


    kept searching and chasing after you.”


    “What about now? Do you still love me, Be?” Justin teared up and asked eagerly.


    He held Be’s left hand, including her crippled little finger, tight.


    She pulled her hand away from his grasp as if to save her broken heart from him.


    Be was still hurting, afraid she would be back to square one in her healing process.


    “I don’t resent or hate you. I’m not angry anymore. That also means I don’t love you anymore.”