Annabelle opened her mouth, wanting to ask if he was okay.
But she knew—no matter how many times she said, Put me down, I can walk by myself, Kendrick wouldn't let go.
Unless he passed out.
Forget it. She decided to stay quiet and let him carry her peacefully, not wanting to distract him.
But why did this path feel so long?
Would they ever get there?
Could Kendrick really hold on?
Just as a flood of emotions surged in her heart, he spoke first.
“How did you even get hurt?”
Annabelle replied, “Mm… I wasn’t wearing shoes on the beach and stepped on broken glass.”
“Why weren’t you wearing shoes?”
“Sand gets inside. It’s uncomfortable…” She glanced at him worriedly. “You should put me down.”
“No.”
His chest wound ached, but he refused to show weakness in front of her.
He didn’t w
