Chapter 163
Alston furrowed his brow and hesitated for a moment.
The once pristine white shirt was soaked through by the rain, clinging to Alston's slender yet powerful figure, outlining his curves with strength and solidity.
Raindrops fell on his eyelashes, and Alston's breath grew heavy.
Standing in this desolate wilderness, he couldn't help but wonder if a woman who had once shattered his heart was worth going to such lengths for.
Using the same hands that had signed multi-billion contracts to dig dirty rocks? And if Cecilia woke up, what could she possibly give him in return?
Alston's figure shifted, and the corner of his eye caught Cecilia lying on the mountain bike. She tightly closed her eyes.
Despite Liam's warnings not to let Cecilia get wet, in this weather...
Even if Alston took off his own clothes to cover her, it would barely shield her body.
Her porcelain-white face seemed even more translucent under the rain, her once rosy lips now pale, devoid of color.
A few wet strands of hair st
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