Chapter 1205: 630: Extra: The Big Bad Wolf Tries to Please the Little White Rabbit 3_2

"Mr. Robinson, Mr. Robinson..."Chester Robinson was starting the yacht.

The servant hurriedly said, "Miss Robinson was found on the southern beach..."

Chester immediately jumped off the yacht.

When Chester saw Alice Robinson, she was lying on the beach unconscious, supported by a servant.

Chester rushed over, pulled the servant away, and held Alice in his arms, then reached out to check her pulse on her neck.

His face turned pale.

He laid her flat, pinched her nose, and began performing CPR on her.

"Alice, wake up... Alice..."

He was doing CPR on her while calling her name.

Fortunately, she wasn’t severely drowned; during his Nth attempt at CPR, she finally spat out some water and opened her eyes in a daze.

Seeing her come to consciousness, he held her frail body tightly against him, kissed her seawater-soaked cold cheek forcefully, overjoyed and tearful.

Alice slowly opened her eyes from a dreamy state, finding herself leaning against a warm chest.

A gentle and deep voice immediately came from above her head, "You’re awake."

Hearing Chester’s voice, Alice slowly looked up at him, "What happened?"

Chester didn’t speak; he just closed his eyes and kissed her forehead, holding her tightly.

Her awareness gradually returned, and some images flashed in her mind.

After he talked to her, she ran away in a fit of pique...

She didn’t want to be trapped on this island, so she ran toward the yacht.

However, she didn’t know how to drive a yacht nor the coordinates of the island. She knew even if she managed to start the yacht, she might not be able to leave the sea.

She was very angry, so she untied the rope mooring the yacht. She thought if someone found the yacht missing the next day, they would report it to him, and he would have to send another yacht, and since no one but him knew the island’s coordinates, he would have to tell someone on the phone about the location, so she would eavesdrop and then ask a servant who could operate a yacht to take her off the island.

Unfortunately, the yacht drifted slowly on the calm sea, so she walked into the water and pushed the yacht a bit...

Unexpectedly, with a gentle push, the yacht drifted far away, but she used too much force, so when the yacht was pushed far, she lost her balance and fell into the sea. When she tried to get up, a wave swept her into the deep sea.

Unconsciously, she lost her awareness and heard Chester calling her in a daze...

He slowly opened his eyes, staring at her deeply.

She saw the redness in his eyes, faintly recalling the moment she was resuscitated choking on the beach.

He held her tightly, letting her lean into his embrace.

She felt him hold her so tightly, like something lost and found again.

He held her so tightly that she found it hard to breathe, but she didn’t know why, when her mind was filled with the coldness of the seawater, she just wanted him to hold her tightly and give her warmth.

"Do you really want to leave me that much?" he said hoarsely.

She looked at him, startled.

His voice was low and hoarse, "If you really no longer care for me, I wouldn’t keep you here all my life, I just don’t want you to leave me... did you know that?"

Alice then realized, he misunderstood her attempt tonight to leave on the yacht.

Alice wanted to explain, but her throat felt as though filled with sand, making it hard for her to speak, "I..."

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

She couldn’t say a word.

After a few seconds, he let go of her flushed lips, a hint of mist in his eyes, "Do you know how scared I was just now?"

Her heart inexplicably trembled, seeing tears in his eyes.

In her impression, she’d never seen him cry.

He had always been someone of immense inner strength, able to hide his identity as the hidden CEO of "QCS" so perfectly, never easily revealing his true emotions. But at this moment, she could genuinely feel his pain.

Even when she once used her own life to threaten him, he wasn’t this distressed...

He looked into her blank eyes, his voice filled with extreme pain, hoarsely asking, "Alice, do you truly not love me anymore?"

Her body trembled slightly.

Her heart felt a different kind of stirring, like a seed that, after withering, began to gradually sprout anew.

She wanted to speak, but her throat was too dry to utter a word. As she struggled to overcome the dryness and find her voice, memories of moments they shared flashed in her mind.

There were beautiful moments, and sad ones, but those beautiful moments ultimately couldn’t withstand the painful sadness, her heart still continued to ache.

In the end, she didn’t say a word, slowly closing her eyes.

At the moment she closed her eyes, she successfully witnessed a trace of hurt flash through his eyes.

He still held her tightly, not letting go...

He held her until morning.

She woke up, seeing his face had returned to its usual depth.

"Awake?"

"Mm."

"Do you want some water?"

She nodded.

He gently helped her up, placing two pillows behind her back, letting her relax against the headboard.

He called the servant, asked them to pour her a glass of water, and personally fed her with a spoon.

She shook her head, took the cup from his hand, and gulped it down.

He took back the cup, softly asked her, "Do you want more?"

She shook her head.

He handed the cup to the servant, "You haven’t eaten for two days. I’ll have the servant make you something to eat."

"Mm."

He glanced at the servant, who nodded and then withdrew.

He gently touched the wound on her forehead where the sand had scratched her, softly asked, "Does it hurt?"

She nodded.

He kissed her forehead gently, "After breakfast we’ll leave the island, I’ll take you to the hospital for a full check-up, even though you’re awake, you have several injuries on your body."

She was taken aback, a little surprised, "Leave the island?"