NovelEnglishChapter 476
Clara wasn't about to let him have his way, especially not now. She gently pushed him back and straightened her
clothes.
"I'm heading out," she said.
He didn't try to stop her, just nodded quietly from his spot.
Clara had always had a unique taste in men. She never believed a guy had to be all strong and powerful.
Someone like Z, who needed her protection, was just fine by her.
She hopped in her car and drove off, setting her GPS for home. It was a long drive, and she nibbled on a couple
of cookies to keep hunger at bay.
Her first stop was at an old herbalist's place. He was out in the yard, busy with his herbs. When he noticed her,
surprise flickered across his face, but he quickly recognized her.
"You're Clara, right?"
The directions had been sketchy, and without asking around, she might never have found the place.
"Hi," she greeted politely. "My brother Ryan said he'd chere for sherbal medicine, but | can't reach him.
I'm worried something's up."
"He already left," the herbalist said.
"Which way did he go?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe pointed down a path, and Clara was about to jump back in her car when he called after her.
"Clara."
She turned, sincerity in her eyes. "Yes?"
He set his herbs down. "I've got sstuff here that's great for your health. Take it hand make some
chicken soup."
"Thank you. | rushed over and didn't bring anything to offer, I'm really sorry."
The herbalist disappeared inside and returned with a large jar full of herbs. It was packed to the brim. These wild
herbs were pricey these days, and Clara felt awkward accepting them without payment. She fumbled for her
phone to transfer money.
But the herbalist gently held her wrist, checking her pulse, and sighed.
"No need for money. Just take it."
Clara sensed he had more on his mind.
As she was about to drive off, he appeared again, standing in the snow by her window as if he'd always been
there.
"Clara, even if you don't get around to making soup, don't toss the herbs. They'll keep for years."
Clara felt his genuine concern and nodded quickly.
"Don't worry, | won't throw them away."
He seemed relieved and turned to leave. Clara wanted to say something but couldn't remember any previous
encounters with him, so she just drove on.
Two hours later, still no sign of Ryan. She only found long skid marks an the lonely road as if something had
rolled off it. Her heart skipped a beat, and she got out to take a closer look.
The slope was steep and seemed endless.
She climbed out and started down on foot, shouting as she went, "Ryan!"
"Ryan!"
It was an eight-hour drive from the Capital, freezing cold, and she
terrified something terrible ha wase
happened to Ryan. She'd never forgive herself if it had.
The snow was deep, her steps uneven as she made her way forward for an hour, finally spotting a car stranded
in the snow. It was mangled, like it barely made it there before breaking down.
Clara rushed over and peered inside the broken window.
No one was there, and she sighed with relief before continuing her search.
But then, the sky opened up, dumping even more snow. The roads would soon be blocked, and staying here
would be dangerous.
"Ryan!"
"Ryan!!"
She kept calling, following the path through the dense forest with no signs of life. Why had Ryan call the
way out here?
After half an hour, she spotted a cave with smoke drifting out. She hurried inside and found Ryan, sitting quietly
by a fire. Her frustration flared.
She'd been yelling for ages. He must have heard her. What was he thinking, ignoring her like that?
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