Chapter 261 Roasted Her

Gabriel's recent actions made it look like he was letting go on purpose, at least to everyone else.

Seeing this, Brad rushed over to stop Gabriel, worried he might do something stupid again.

"Mr. Kensington, you okay?"

Gabriel was slumped in his seat, eyes shut tight, not reacting at all.

Brad checked his carotid artery, sighed in relief, and shot a grateful look at Yves.

"Thanks, Mr. Clark. Mr. Kensington's probably just wiped out; he hasn't slept in days."

Yves glanced at Gabriel with a complicated expression.

"Take him back. Leave the rest here to help me."

Brad nodded quickly. If Yves didn't even want the extra help, he'd really worry about Gabriel waking up and tearing him apart.

Yves had already called for someone to pick him up. After hanging up, he looked at Brad, who seemed like he wanted to say something.

"Got something on your mind?"

Brad pressed his lips together, thought for a moment, then spoke up, "Your words were pretty harsh. I know you want Mr. Kensington to give up."

Yves turned away. Whether Brad guessed his intentions or not didn't matter.

He wasn't a saint, but he wasn't heartless either.

Brad continued, "Since Mr. Kensington and Ms. Clark divorced, he's been reflecting and in pain. Some misunderstandings weren't intentional, but they hurt Ms. Clark. He's always wanted to make amends, even if it's pointless. But Mr. Clark, Mr. Kensington's feelings are real. His regret is real, and so is his love."

Brad felt he might've said too much and overstepped.

If Ms. Clark heard this, who knew what she'd think?

Yves was silent for a few seconds, then without another word, he boarded the helicopter that had come for him.

Once on the boat below, he looked up at the sky.

He had to admit, if not for everything that happened, Gabriel and Natalie would've been perfect together.

What a shame.

Yves's chest tightened with sorrow. No matter Gabriel's feelings, Natalie wasn't coming back.

The sea breeze hit his face as Yves stood on the deck, ignoring the cold, letting the wind whip against him.

That flawless face now had a few rough marks, and those once bright eyes were now filled with dull sorrow.

On a small island a thousand nautical miles away, Natalie slowly opened her eyes to see damp leaves scattered around.

She couldn't move; she was tied up!

Turning her head, she saw a wild man squatting next to her, making faces. His dark face was marked with various colors. She shuddered in terror and screamed.

The wild man actually smiled at her.

He was bare-chested, with messy long hair, wearing a necklace made of animal bones, and had leaves wrapped around his lower body.

Natalie trembled with fear.

She sat up in terror, moving away from him, and looked around.

Surrounding her were makeshift tent-like structures made of branches and leaves, the kind you'd find in a forest.

The branches were flexible, with dense layers of leaves that could shield from wind and rain.

But the space was small, with no ventilation gaps, making it damp and dark inside.

Natalie's face was pale and lifeless. The cold, thirst, and hunger she felt upon waking were unbearable.

She still hadn't left this godforsaken place?

Her fingers clenched tightly, turning her fingertips white.

The wild man took a step forward, trying to touch her, and Natalie screamed and dodged.

Turning her head, she saw a group of dozens of wild men dressed the same not far away!

They looked fierce, with deep-set features, like foreign wild men!

Her heart sank deeper and deeper, as if falling into an abyss.

What kind of hellish place was this?

Realizing this, Natalie felt a chill down her spine. Could it be that the ones who carried her back were wild men?

In front of the group, a firewood pile was already set up, with a strong, leader-like wild man sitting there.

Others were holding a thin stick, drilling it into a thick piece of wood. Smoke started to rise from the bottom.

The fire gradually grew, then was placed onto another pile of dry leaves. Instantly, the fire grew larger, and the firewood burned quickly.

"Fire by friction? Primitive civilization?"

Natalie's face was full of disbelief. It was like the heavens were playing a huge joke on her!

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