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    Once she gentlyid him on the sand, she noticed a severe gash on his forehead—a wound from debris that had struck him inside the vehicle. “Wait for me here,” she murmured, her voice steady despite her worry. After ensuring Kristopher was asfortable as possible, she hurried back to the car in search of the first-aid kit.


    While she rummaged through the wreckage, Kristopher’s phone began to ring. With the screen shattered, she could not identify the caller but answered anyway. “Hello?”


    Upon hearing the raspy voice of the woman on the other end, Marc paused briefly before cautiously asking, “Mrs. Cox?” The voice resembled Belinda’s.


    “Yes, it’s me,” Belinda confirmed.


    Realization dawned on her; she had been using Kristopher’s phone to call Marc just before the crash urred. “Kristopher and I were in a car ident.”


    There was a pause. Then, Marc’s tone shifted to one of urgency and concern. “What’s the situation right now? Where are you?”


    Belinda quickly ryed their location and instinctively added, “When youe, could you also alert the police? But please, make sure you reach us before they do. We need you to take us away. Given our current identities, we need to avoid any furtherplications.”


    Marc was silent for a beat before he responded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Understood.”


    Marc truly demonstrated why he was regarded as Kristopher’s top assistant.


    Just after Belinda managed to treat Kristopher’s wound and stop it from bleeding, Marc arrived with a motorhome. He had arranged for the motorhome to be parked near the beach based on the details Belinda had provided earlier. Apanied by several aides carrying a stretcher, they lifted an unconscious Kristopher onto it.


    At that moment, Kristopher, though unconscious, clung tightly to Belinda’s hand, refusing to let go of it. Marc attempted multiple times to loosen his grip but couldn’t.


    Eventually, he turned to Belinda with a look of resignation and said, “Mrs. Cox, what should we do about this?”<fn5fdf> Follow current nov?ls on find{n}ovel</fn5fdf>


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    Belinda hesitated, then said, “I’ll go with him.”


    Time was critical, especially with the risk of being linked to the mysterious men in ck before the police could intervene.


    Relieved by her decision, Marc directed the men to move Kristopher into the motorhome. Belinda remained by his side, their fingers still entwined as she stepped onto the vehicle with him.


    Marc watched their hands sped together, unable to help feeling a sense of sadness. This might have been the first disy of such closeness between Kristopher and Belinda in the three years they had been married. The intertwining of their fingers… It was a gesture the old Kristopher would never have considered with Belinda.


    Marc had always believed Kristopher held a special ce for Belinda in his heart, though he never acknowledged it. Now, after surviving an ident together, with Belinda unscathed and Kristopher injured and unconscious, he still clung to her hand tightly… If they hade to this realization sooner, could they have avoided so much pain?


    Reflecting on their very public divorce just days earlier, Marc couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. “Belinda…”


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