Chapter 63. How Can You Leave Me?

As she was contemplating the possibilities, Emerald’s left hand was closely holding a grenade, and her right hand reached for the trigger. She was planning to find a chance to run away and start vagrancy. The princess wanted Yearwood and her.... She wasn’t sure whether it was better to stay with Patrick Lewis or stay here.

“Miss Wilson.” Yearwood’s dry voice interrupted her thoughts. Her whole body was uptight, and her back was covered by cold sweat. Yearwood said hoarsely. “Listen… they’ve made it.”

A low whistle came from outside the cabin. Emerald was seized by the sound, then nodded and immediately rushed to the pilot seat, turning on the engine.

“You...” She turned around to look at him.

Yearwood’s bun was in disorder from sweat. His cloak was still tidy, but his right arm was under his cloak. He was staring at Emerald, holding his right hand still under his clothes.

“Miss Wilson, come here.” He turned around to show her his back, “Please hit my