"Baron Stuart, will we...die?" Emily Walker, still trapped in fear, didn't notice anything wrong with Baron Stuart.
By simply looking at the speed of the car underneath her feet, she was incredibly frightened.
Taking a deep breath, Baron Stuart closed his eyes to relieve the pain in his shoulder blade. At this time, his thin lips were dry and slightly pale.
He slightly lowered his head, looking down at her, and squeezed out a weak smile, "Do you trust me or fate?"
Emily looked up at him.
Naturally, she believed in fate, but her fate seemed to be controlled by this man.
"You..."
At this, Baron Stuart grinned. Nothing was more fulfilling than the trust of his woman!
"I'll pull you up."
With his words falling, Baron Stuart forcefully began lifting Emily up one step at a time. With each inch she ascended, the wound on his back tore open another inch. The intense pain furrowed his brow, but he never thought of letting go of her hand.
