But before he could finish his words, Hugo Quinn looked up.
"Have you found a way down? If not, I could take a helicopter down."
Lan Yancy had completely given up; this person’s mind was entirely focused on Miss Hollis now. He probably wouldn’t care about anything else until Miss Hollis was found.
"Helicopters won’t work. The fog is too dense down there, you can’t see anything, and the gorges on both sides are very narrow, which could easily cause an accident. I’ll have Scorpion find a way down as soon as possible."
Hugo nodded, standing at the spot where Eleanor Hollis had fallen, his body feeling somewhat cold.
Where exactly is she? He had lost her once again.
Eleanor Hollis looked at Dylan Dawson lying on the grass sunbathing, feeling irritated. She had gone through a lot to bring him to the village, and now that he’s well, he didn’t seem in any hurry to find a way out, just walking dogs and playing with cats all day, occasionally sunbathing. It made her feel like a fool.
"Aren’t you worried at all?"
Staying in a strange place, was he really unconcerned?
Dylan Dawson put his hands behind his head and glanced at her.
"Worried about what? I’m different from the Eldest Miss Hollis. I don’t have lovers outside or friends, and Felix Ford even notified you all in advance to run, completely disregarding me. It’s nice here. Everyone’s great, and you keep me company, so it’s not boring at all."
These past few days, Dylan Dawson enjoyed seeing Eleanor’s anxious face, watching her scurry around like an ant on a hot pan. That worried little expression was truly adorable.
How had he never noticed how cute this woman was before?
"Haha, listening to your tone, one would think you’ve fallen for me."
Eleanor just said this to take a jab at him but surprisingly didn’t hear Dylan Dawson respond.
She frowned, turned to look, and realized that he had already fallen asleep on the grass.
Not far away, a yellow dog trotted over and lay down beside him.
This version of Dylan was very quiet, quiet like a big boy, completely different from the person filled with hostility before. Eleanor inexplicably took a couple of extra glances.
Stripped of that hostility, after all, he’s just an ordinary person, and a person who lacks love at that.
Dylan, hearing her footsteps as she left, slowly opened his eyes, feeling the sunlight overhead a bit harsh.
The yellow dog beside him seemed to realize that he was awake and reached out its tongue to lick his arm twice.
Dylan reached out to pat its head, a gentle look in his eyes.
Eleanor had already learned from the villagers that to leave, they’d have to wait for someone to go to town for supplies.
This village was so isolated; they didn’t even have a mobile phone. If Eleanor hadn’t seen it herself, she wouldn’t have believed that in this day and age, there were still places without phones.
She couldn’t communicate with Hugo Quinn, and that person must be terribly worried.
At night, she lay in bed, opened the window beside her bed, and found the night sky full of stars. Her irritable mood finally calmed down a bit.
But she hadn’t admired it for long before Dylan Dawson emerged from the bushes beside her.
Startled, Eleanor grabbed the pillow beside her and flung it at him.
Dylan protected his head, holding a few fish in his hands.
"There are fish and shrimp in the river, and they’re very fresh. Want to have a barbecue with me?"
Eleanor didn’t want to go outside, but staying alone in the house was indeed boring. So she nodded.
In the afternoon, Dylan used wire to set up a barbecue grill, preparing everything.
The vegetables here were very fresh; the fish and shrimp were caught directly from the river.
"I really didn’t expect you to know how to do this, breaking my perception of you more and more."
Eleanor sprinkled chili on a fish being grilled, and the aroma instantly filled the air.
There was no cumin here, only things that grew from this land.
Perhaps because the ingredients were so fresh, even simple seasonings smelled remarkably good.
"What is your perception of me?"
Dylan was still washing vegetables, looking quite harmless.
But before this, he was someone who even gave Hugo headaches.
"A madman, a complete madman."
Eleanor gave her evaluation and even rolled her eyes at him.
Dylan said nothing. Indeed, many had called him a madman before, even nicknaming him Madman Dawson.
He was never afraid to die, which is why he’d gamble everything.
"This is plum wine given to me by a few people this afternoon. Want some?"
He took out a jar from behind him, which contained plum wine and two small cups.
Since coming here, Dylan had helped the locals with a lot, earning their high praise. Probably no one would have thought that he was formerly infamous, even a wanted man by the state.
Eleanor shook her head. Being alone with a man drinking just felt weird.
Dylan let out a cold laugh, "What, afraid if you drink too much, I might do something? Do you think I have the same poor taste as Hugo Quinn? Even if you stood naked in front of me, I wouldn’t react at all."
Eleanor paused her action of sprinkling salt, "No reaction at all? Oh, so you can’t, no wonder there are no women around you."
Stumped by her words, Dylan was momentarily at a loss for what to say.
The atmosphere instantly became subtle, and Eleanor felt a bit regretful. She was really muddled by anger with this guy to retort like that.
She feared Dylan would retort with, "Do you want to try and find out?"
If he really said that, she’d want to bite her tongue off.
Fortunately, Dylan didn’t say anything and downed two glasses of wine alone, picking up the grilled fish and taking a few bites.
Eleanor also grilled quite a few vegetables and sat nearby eating as well.
After eating rather blandly for the past few days, they both couldn’t help but eat a bit more.
"You fear water, yet you went and caught fish?"
Although Dylan tried his best to hide it, Eleanor still noticed his fear of water. Did this person really go into the water to catch fish?
Dylan’s body stiffened, and he lowered his eyes.
"They gave them to me. They caught a lot this afternoon. So, you noticed I fear water."
For a man to fear water, it was an enormous shame for him.
Eleanor, however, didn’t mind, "It’s nothing, really. Many people fear water after having traumatic experiences. I can understand. You must have had bad memories before, right?"
Her eyes were so clear without a hint of mockery that Dylan found himself staring blankly for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"When I was a child, I was held under the water by some boys, nearly drowned. If an adult hadn’t happened by and saved me, I could have died."
That was the first time he experienced hopelessness.
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