Chapter 209 She's Different
Charlie knew that now was not the time to be a burden on them anymore, and nodded:
"Yes, Anna, don't worry, I'm very strong."
Even though he said this, his spirits were clearly not as good as before.
Anna rubbed his head, cheering him up and giving him encouragement.
Soon, Giorgio had started a fire.
The backpack began to burn little by little, the light illuminating half of the cave, warm and cozy.
Anna quickly carried Charlie over, took off his shoes for him, and put them by the fire to dry, while also bringing their feet closer.
As long as the soles of the feet are warm, it's not easy to catch a cold.
Meanwhile, she also took off her own shoes, and then said, "Look, Charlie."
Following her voice, Charlie saw the shadows of two stakes and a dove on the wall.
It was Anna's hands and feet!
"Wow, that's so interesting, I want to play too, teach me, Anna."
"Okay, do it like this, turn your palms to the left, cross your thumbs, flutter the other four fingers like butterfly wings up and down, and the shadow on the wall becomes a flying dove."
"Really! My hand is a flying dove! I'm so happy!"
The crisp sound of bells and laughter floated in the cave, bouncing off the walls and echoing back, creating a warm atmosphere.
Giorgio watched Anna's delicate face and bright eyes soften under the firelight.
If another woman had encountered this situation, she would definitely have been in his arms crying and fussing, worried and scared, but not her. She not only didn't show fear but also diverted the child's attention, taking care of the child from start to finish.
She was a strong and independent girl, different from the rest.
He looked upward, hoping someone would notice the fire inside and come to rescue them soon. He didn’t want anything to happen to either Charlie or her.
What Giorgio didn't know was that outside the cave, it was already a snowy world, pitch-black, and the heavy cold made it impossible to see any light from the fire.
Moreover, around a hundred yards outside the cave, there were signs that read — This road is closed, please detour!
In other words, they were cut off!
At this moment, in Crownhaven, at Giuseppe’s private apartment,
"How’s it going? Is everything done?" Giuseppe sat on his sofa, watching a melodramatic TV drama, swirling the red wine in his glass, poised and dignified.
His secretary respectfully said, "Young master, rest assured, I've sent people to create the snow cave according to Mr. Vittorio's route, and placed warning signs around the cave. No one will discover it tonight. Later we can explain that it was dug by some youngsters seeking adventure, and no one will suspect anything."
"That's good." Giuseppe took a sip of his wine, murmuring darkly,
"Giorgio may seem cold, but he actually cares deeply about those who suffer with him. spending a night together, alone as a man and a woman, sparks are bound to fly. As long as Giorgio falls in love with her, things will be much easier."
The secretary nodded, "Without making a move yourself, young master, this strategy is indeed clever. Once the affairs between Mr. Vittorio and Miss Stefanelli come out, not to mention the company and Miss Stefanelli, even Mr. Vittorio himself could become yours."
"Hm?" Giuseppe's eyebrows furrowed, what did he mean Mr. Vittorio could become his? What use did he have for Mr. Vittorio, a man?
The secretary realized his mistake and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way, I just meant to say that Mr. Vittorio is finished now."
Not to mention that marital infidelity is not accepted, just being tangled with one’s wife’s sister, this alone would be enough to throw him off a cliff.
After all, in the internet age, to ruin someone, moral integrity is the most effective weapon.
"By the way, young master, Mr. Vittorio and Charlie won't have an accident, right?" The secretary asked specifically.
The two of them inside were very important, and if something happened, it would likely be difficult to escape responsibility.
Giuseppe stopped swirling his glass and said,
"What do you think? Whether there's an accident depends on fate."
Ah?
Does that mean... there's danger?
"Young master, you wouldn't do anything behind my back, would you?
Please don't, you know, no matter how well things are arranged, there are always flaws. If nothing happens to them, all's well, but if something does, Mr. Vittorio is such an If nothing happens to them, it's easy to deal with, but once something does happen, with Mr. Vittorio being such an important figure, it will inevitably cause a sensation and lead to a thorough investigation. Then..." The consequences were self-evident.”
Giuseppe glanced at him, very calmly said: "What's there to panic about? When I talk about fate, it means there is a ninety-nine percent chance that nothing will go wrong. If that one percent chance occurs, what is it if not fate?"
So that was it.
The secretary let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, now I can rest assured."
On the other side.
In the mountains, the sky was completely darkened, silent and soundless, occasionally punctuated by the call of a bird, adding an even more mysterious and dangerous touch to the night.
Inside the cave, all the burnable clothes had been consumed, and the child had already fallen asleep in Giorgio's arms. In the air, there were only a few shallow breaths.
Anna stood up, took off Giorgio's large coat from her body, and covered the child with it:
"Don't wake him up; I hope he sleeps until morning. Surely someone will find us by then."
Her voice was very soft, her tone very gentle, always caring for the child.
Giorgio's deep gaze swept over her, his voice low: "Come closer and get some sleep too."
Anna didn't really want to.
But in such a cold place, body warmth was the best and only way to save oneself. Moreover, sticking together would help to increase Charlie's temperature.
After thinking about it, she stepped over and sat down.
As Anna approached, Giorgio ignored her restraint, pulled her down, handed Charlie to her, then sat beside her and took her into his arms, covering them both with his large coat.
For a moment, their positions were such that she was holding Charlie, and he was holding her. Her back was tightly pressed against his chest without any gaps, her heart filled with discomfort.
Yet, his coat was taken off and his body felt a bit cold. If she were to leave, he might catch a cold at best or freeze to death at worst, especially since he had just left the hospital and certainly couldn't withstand much.
Forget it, think of it as keeping warm and don’t overthink it.
Anna took a deep breath, cast aside the distractions in her mind, and closed her eyes to sleep.
The atmosphere was very quiet.
In the middle of the night, frost formed on Giorgio's trousers, and his legs felt cold.
He shifted his position, realizing that his legs were numb from being in the same position for too long, causing his muscles and nerves to tense up.
He glanced at the two people sleeping soundly in his arms, worried about waking them up, and could only gently rub his legs with his hands, planning to move after easing the numbness.
Little did he know, his movement still woke up Anna.
"What's wrong, do your legs hurt? Did you injure them when we fell?" She asked with concern, her clean little face pure and flawless.
Giorgio looked at her in the dim night light, sometimes really feeling that her feelings towards him weren't so simple, also feeling that her eyes were so clean and clear that they seemed free of any impurities.
He lifted his lips: "It's nothing, just numb from staying in one position for too long."
Numb?
Anna quickly said: " Numbness from sitting in one position is normal, it should go away soon. But in this cold weather, numbness can easily lead to disability if you're not careful. Hand Charlie to me, and I'll massage it for you.”
As she spoke, she stood up, handed Charlie over to his arms, walked over to his legs, and placed her hands on them, starting to knead and massage. Her strength was neither too light nor too heavy, just right, with occasional variations in pressure, showing professionalism, and the sensation was very comfortable. The numbness in Giorgio's legs gradually dissipated, replaced by the touch of a woman's soft, boneless hands against his muscles, sending faint currents into his blood, causing the blood to heat up and flow faster. His Adam’s apple moved as he spoke in a deep voice, "That's enough." "Is it better already? What about your other leg or arm? Are they numb? If they are, I can massage them for you too," Anna said very naturally, fearing he might be injured or suffer from sequelae. Giorgio's eyes narrowed: "So you mean, wherever I say it's numb, you'll massage there?"
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