Chapter 366
Chapter 366: Is Crying Useful?
Chapter 366: Is Crying Useful?
At the utterance of those words, Julia Sanders‘ eyes immediately welled up, and she turned her head
to gaze at the vast expanse of the sea, a wave of despair washing over her.
As she turned back, the glisten of tears at the corners of her eyes met Frederick’s gaze. Frederick
sighed softly, moving closer to Julia, his fingers delicately brushing away the dampness from her eyes.
“There’s always a way, don’t worry.”
His attempt at constion had an unexpected effect. Instead of calming her fears, Julia’s inner turmoil
burst forth. She suddenly broke down, a sound akin to a sob escaping her lips as she flung herself into
Frederick’s embrace.
“Sniff… It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted oning to this ind, ire wouldn’t have
agreed. Sniff… It’s all my fault…”
A faint fragrance of a young woman enveloped Frederick, causing him to freeze momentarily. Uncertain
his hands hovered, unsure of what to do. In moments like these, the more fragile someone’s state of
mind, the more likely they are to unravel. Clearly, Julia’s mental defenses had crumbled at this
moment.
Her deste cries and trembling shoulders pierced Frederick’s heart like needles. He slowly lowered
his head, observing the girl burying her face against his chest. Suddenly feeling a pang of
“It’s not just you who wanted toe here. We all did, Julia. Don’t shoulder all the me on
yourself. In moments like these, we need to stay calm.”
“Sob…”
Julia couldn’t stop crying. “I want to stay calm too, but I can’t! This remote ce, no fresh water,
no food. The four of us, that little we have won’tst long… Sob… We’re done for!”
As she sobbed, ire’s eyes also reddened, but having weathered numerous storms, even the depths
of
despair, her psyche was stronger than that of an ordinary woman.
Suppressing the urge to cry, she took a deep breath, calmly observing the sun slowly setting in the
west. “It gets cold by the sea at night, and we don’t have tents or anything. Let’s gather some
branches, light a fire tonight, and focus on getting through the night safely.”
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Frederick nodded, but with the girl in his arms so distraught, he signaled to Sean Vanderbilt. Sean
gave a subtle nod, then helped ire to her feet, and the two headed back towards the forest.
There were quite a few fallen branches on the ground. Sean and ire picked up the thinner ones tha
seemed easier to ignite, cradling them in their arms, then gathered some thicker branches until their
arms were full before returning.
After a few steps, ire suddenly turned to Sean, a glint of curiosity shimmering in her deep brown
eyes. “Sean, I can’t tell if you have an extraordinaryposure or what. In such dire straits, why
is there not a hint of panic on your face?”
Sean blinked slightly, turning to nce at ire and chuckled softly. “You said it yourself. It’s a dire
situation. Is panicking and making a fuss useful at times like this? If even Fred and I were to
panic, what about you and Julia?”
ire maintained a steady gaze on Sean’s expression. His words were delivered with such equanimity
that ire couldn’t detect anything awry. She turned back, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.
“Indeed, Sean, you’re absolutely right!”
Sean nced sidelong at ire, chuckling softly as he shook his head. “Let’s go, put these back, and
then let’s take another look in the woods to see if there’s anything edible. I’d rather not
starve out here.”
By the time they returned, Julia had gradually emerged from her emotional state. Seeing Sean and
ire bustling about, she felt a pang of embarrassment.
She wiped the remaining tears from her face and stood up, suddenly infused with determination. “Since
it’se to this, let’s focus on how we can strive to survive.”
They gathered more branches and even after Sean and Frederick scoured the woods, they found noth
edible before returning to the shore.
By now, the sun had set, and the sky grew darker. Sean sighed, arranging the collected branches into
a small pile.
After a brief search in his pocket, he pulled out a lighter, looking helplessly at Frederick. “Thank
goodness I smoke. Otherwise, without a lighter, we’d be rubbing sticks together for fire.”
ire didn’t particrly dislike men who smoked, but Sean rarely did in her presence,
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By now, the sun had set, and the sky grew darker. Sean sighed, arranging the collected branches into a
small pile.
After a brief search in his pocket, he pulled out a lighter, looking helplessly at Frederick. “Thank
goodness I smoke. Otherwise, without a lighter, we’d be rubbing sticks together for fire.”
ire didn’t particrly dislike men who smoked, but Sean rarely did in her presence, especially
not around the Vanderbilts or at social gatherings.
Seeing Sean jesting like this, her deep brown eyes fixated more on him. A man who remains fearless in
adversity,posed in the face of change, is truly handsome!
Before this, she never doubted her feelings for Sean. However, now, those emotions seemed to underg
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a qualitative transformation. It wasn’t just the fanciful yearning of a young girl for romance, but
rather engraving this man deep into the core of her being.
Some might argue these two kinds of emotions are no different, but only those who have experience
this emotional change understand. Initial love, merely a dependency and fondness for the opposite sex
at a certain age, if it ends for some reason, may cause a brief period of heartache before being
attracted to someone else.
Thetter, though, is a love etched into one’s bones even after parting. It torments, making one
be obsessive, rendering any other love interest powerless.
Sensing ire’s gaze, Sean turned to nce at her, lips curving into a slight smile. He ignited the
lighter and, after lighting a handful of dry grass, tucked it beneath the small pile of branches.
Mr. Sean, ustomed to a life of luxury, even handling manual tasks like this with such finesse–
Frederick couldn’t help but tug at the corners of his mouth. enviously remarking. “Not only is smoking
dashing, but even the act of lighting a fire is done so elegantly and charmingly. Ah…”
Comparing himself to the current Sean, he increasingly felt as though he’d wasted these past few
decades.
The dancing mes seemed to dispel the vexing emotions. Julia’s mood lifted again.
Bringing over a box filled with food, she began unpacking its contents one by one. “Two bags of bread,
snacks… five bags, one, two, three, four, five fruits… ah, only seven.”
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