Tyler was obviously very angry, this was the first time he had shown such a big temper towards Amelia since her rebirth. It wasn't a loss of control, but pure anger and rage, a huge temper!
Someone like Tyler, when he gets angry, exudes a strong momentum, almost like a god or devil, very frightening.
However, Amelia was not afraid of him. She was never afraid of Tyler. She was not a fragile girl with a glass heart, and she would not feel aggrieved and tearful. She knew that he just cared too much about her and couldn't bear to see her hurt and suffering.
Amelia stood obediently in front of Tyler and said, "Tyler, don't be angry. It's my fault, I did something wrong."
Tyler was full of anger, but he didn't know what to say to the submissive Amelia in front of him.
He punched the nearby tree trunk, leaving red marks on the tough bark, and the water droplets accumulated on the tree after last night's rain fell down with a clatter, splashing them both.
Amelia didn't have time to wipe the water droplets off her face. In an instant, she opened her eyes wide and stumbled forward a few steps, grabbing Tyler's hand.
His clenched fist was already covered in blood, indicating how much strength Tyler had used.
"You...you're silly. You can be angry and scold me, why hurt yourself!" Amelia was a little panicked as she held Tyler's hand.
She didn't expect Tyler to hurt himself. She would rather he scolded and scolded her than do this. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken and even wanted to cry.
Tyler lowered his head coldly and looked at Amelia, watching her being so nervous. His anger dissipated unconsciously.
In this world, only this girl dared to say he was silly!
"You, you...what should I do with you!" Tyler gritted his teeth and no longer cared about Amelia's thoughts or whether she would resist. He reached out and tightly hugged Amelia, whispering, "What are you insisting on? What do you really want?"
When Amelia heard this, she buried herself in Tyler's arms, her eyes flickering slightly, but she didn't answer.
...
"How could they dare to leave you alone!" Tyler's face was very ugly, his hoarse voice said.
This simple sentence clearly expressed Tyler's anger, but Amelia didn't expect that in the near future, Tyler would retaliate openly and boldly.
As she listened to Tyler's hoarse voice, his lips cracked and there was a hint of stubble on his chin. Although he was still incredibly handsome, Amelia felt a pang of heartache.
"It's not their fault, I let them go," Amelia said softly, then added after a pause, "Yeah, besides you, no one else cares about me."
Amelia smiled slightly, feeling reassured now that Tyler was there. Trusting Tyler had become a habit.
"You're still able to smile," Tyler said, letting go of Amelia and looking at the person in front of him, who was covered in injuries, with increasingly deep eyes.
"It's my fault, don't be angry with me!" Amelia said, still smiling.
Tyler sighed. He would never be angry with Amelia. He was just angry with himself, angry that he couldn't protect her, and angry that he didn't know what she really wanted.
Tyler placed Amelia on a soft patch of grass and let out a sigh. He began to tend to the scrapes on her arms and knees. The antiseptic stung the wounds, and Tyler frowned with heartache, but Amelia remained serious, looking down at him attentively.
It wasn't until Tyler took off Amelia's shoes that his anger began to rise again. Amelia helplessly threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and softly whispering in his ear, "I'm okay, don't worry, really."
When Tyler gradually relaxed and his anger dissipated, Amelia let go of him. The bandages on her feet were soaked with blood. Tyler couldn't imagine how she had managed to walk on this uneven mountain path with such blurry feet.
Tyler's hands were shaking. Even if a gun was pointed at his head, Tyler wouldn't flinch, but now his hands were shaking. He removed the old bandages and replaced them with new ones, wrapping them in clean gauze. Amelia's face was a little pale, but Tyler was sweating profusely.
"Aren't you going to wear your shoes?" Amelia asked, watching Tyler put away her shoes.
"How can you wear them in your condition?" Tyler said with a cold snort, squatting in front of Amelia. "Get on."
"Okay!" Amelia smiled happily, and she, who was usually indifferent, actually laughed out loud. She jumped onto Tyler's back, hugged his neck tightly, and felt an immense sense of security.
"Tyler, don't worry, it just looks serious but it doesn't hurt, really!"
"Shut up and rest!" Tyler replied coldly. Amelia didn't know that the more she spoke, the more Tyler's heart ached.
"Tyler, why did you come this way? It's a detour."
"There are surveillance cameras in the mountains. I can't let anyone find me here."
Although this was Forest Peak military base, it was Saint Hua who was conducting training this time, and someone was watching from behind.
Tyler shouldn't have appeared here, but he disregarded everything and just showed up, shining brightly.
Amelia felt at ease, feeling that since this man had come, she didn't have to worry about anything. Exhausted from the past few days, she fell asleep on Tyler's back, obediently.
Despite the harsh training environment and the occasional sound of signal guns, Amelia could sleep peacefully with Tyler around.
When Amelia woke up again, it was almost dark. She had gone from Tyler's back to his arms.
Tyler sat on the hay, holding her quietly and watching her. When she opened her eyes, she gazed into his starry eyes and felt a little lost.
They had already crossed the mountain top and started descending.
Oh my god, Tyler had carried her on his back for so long!
"Awake now, why are you staring?" Tyler touched Amelia's hair, showing endless indulgence that she could understand in this lifetime.
Tyler saw that Amelia had woken up, put her down, rubbed his arms, quickly made a fire, and swiftly set up the tent from his bag.
Soon, the tent was set up steadily, and Amelia sat on the ground holding her legs, quietly watching Tyler.
It was windy at night, and after the tent was set up, Tyler moved Amelia inside. He began roasting wolf legs, and Amelia couldn't help but feel amazed that Tyler was exceptional in any field he entered, like the perfect male god.
She didn't know how to cherish such a man in her past life. It was her own fault that she didn't have a good life.
After eating some of the wolf meat Tyler had roasted, Amelia's restless heart finally quieted down as she looked at the mountains.