Chapter 124 Don’t tter yourself.


    "Frances Louis, are we going to die in this desert ind?"


    Perhaps the fever makes me stupid. How could I say such things to Frances Louis?


    "No. As soon as the storm stops, thepany will surelye and you''ll be all right. If you are tired,


    take a rest. You may have been home when you wake up."


    Frances Louis has never talked in such a tender tone to me.


    His over tenderness makes me feel unrealistic.


    "I don’t want to sleep. My stomach is churning." I say weakly.


    Frances Louis says nothing but holds me tighter.


    Then, it rains. I hear the rain pour loudly, but there are only few drops on my body.


    The cold rain drops on my face, which wakes me up.


    I can’t lie in Frances Louis’s arms like this. If Whitneyes back and sees us, I couldn’t exin then.


    Quickly I push Frances Louis away. As soon as my hands touch his outfit, it can squeeze out water


    easily. After pushing him away, the rain seems to get heavier and I am caught unprepared.


    But it didn’t rain heavily just now.


    Unless…


    I look at Frances Louis and ask, "Did you just block the rain for me? Why are you so wet?"


    Frances Louis looks at me coldly and says indifferently, "You think too much. I have juste out of


    the sea and my clothes are still wet."


    He told me that he didn’t block the rain for me. Don’t tter yourself, Jane Noyes!


    I purse my lips and say nothing.


    "Jane Noyes, I am back."


    Steven Song''s voicees from not far away. I look through the rain and see him and Whitney return


    with a pile of fruits.


    So close!


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    Fortunately, I pushed Frances Louis away. Or how can I exin if Whitney sees me lying in Frances


    Louis’s arms. That would be the feeling of guilty conscience.


    Steven Song holds a pile of jujubes and two pears.


    He looks at what he has in his hands and says, "Jujubes are difficult to digest. You already have a


    stomachache. You’d better eat the pears."


    Then he gives me two pears.


    Whitney has red Jujubes. She keeps two and gives the rest to Frances Louis.


    "You had nothing since yesterday morning, you should eat more."


    "You eat, I am not hungry."


    Frances Louis says lightly, not taking Whitney’s dates.


    Why he doesn’t eat? Is he worried that Whitney would be starving?


    I guess that Frances Louis must have feelings for Whitney. Or why he cares her so much? A surge of


    bitternesses into my mind.


    Being afraid that Whitney would notice my sulkiness, I lower my head.


    Steven Song looks over the sea and says, "You’d better have some jujubes. We don’t know when the


    storm would stop, or when the rescuers woulde. I''ve just gone around the ind, and there''s


    nothing to eat. We''re not Bear Grylls. We can’t survive in the wild."


    His words are helpful and Frances Louis eats some jujubes.


    I also begin to eat my pears. The pear is very sweet, but its inside is sour.


    I don’t usually eat pears. Even if I did, I would not eat the most inside part. But now, on a desert ind,


    there is nothing to eat. It is better to make the best of everything.


    It is said that a woman''s heart is like a pear, which is sweet outside but sour inside. Today, I know why.


    My stomach feels a littlefortable after eating some pears. But I still feel a little dizzy and the fever


    isn’t gone. If the fever keeps going serious, will I be an idiot?


    The storm rages for about two hours before it finally blows over.


    I feel dizzy, so I sleep by leaning on Steven Song’s shoulders. In a daze, I feel someone looking at me


    with scorching eyes, but I am too tired to open my eyes.


    Half asleep, I hear Whitney''s excited voice.


    "Frances, look! The cruise ship ising this way! We can get out of here!"