The Billionaire's Obsession: Reclaiming His Heiress

ade her heart race. Every hoarse breath was a small victory against the raging storm around her. The wind howled like a beast. She forced her numb legs to move forward, along the rugge

de, her senses instantly tensing. The air was damp, filled with the scent of salt and wet earth, but at least the wind was

hout falling. Looking down, she saw a man. He lay motionless on the cave floor, his expensive

The surgeon within her took over the body. She knelt beside him, her fingers immediately reaching for his neck, s

eep wound on his forehead, but the real danger was on his abdomen-a patch of dark blood

m of her shirt-the only dry cloth left on her body. Just as she bent down to press the tempor

d even in such a weak state, they still gleamed wit

h pain. Catherine met his gaze without flinching. He gripped her wrist

" She said, her voice calm an

Finally, the strength in his hand weakened-blood loss had left him weak

longer tried to stop her. Her hands were steady, her attention highly focused. She noticed some details-the faint glow of the shockin

ed no sign of easing. A chill ran through her body, chilling to the bone. W

g face on her cousin's face as he pushed her off the speedboat. Revenge. This thought in her stomach

althy stranger-may be her onl

hem with two stones, her hands scraped raw, but it was useless. The wood was t

dn't deny her efficiency. He saw her lips pale from the cold, trembling slightly, a trace of inscrutable expression flashing acros

ldn't let him die. At least not now. She found a few large leaves, collected

whispered

Then, he drank. His eyes never left her face. Silence spread between t

y hurt her pride. "I didn't save you for you." Her tone was sha

d seeped out from the temporary bandage. The wound needed to

a knife, or a multi-tool tool, anything would do

-this time much less force

ingers touching a smooth, waterproof metal box. She opened it-inside was a stack of blank black cards. Useless. Frustrated, she toss

solation. She searched while keeping an eye on him out of the corner of he

e clearly for the first time. Even with bruises and paleness, his features were still striking-a sharply defi

tely suppressed that feeling, burying it beneath layers

Primitive, savage. But there was no other choice. She wanted to perform the surgery with a thorn an