Chapter 144 How Dare You Laugh (1/2)

In an instant, Emily pushed the man away in utter disbelief. ”What did you say?” she asked.

”I said, I am Jack.” Jack responded slowly, but his voice was firm. ”It's me this time, not... It's not Jacob. It's really me...” he said.

”How could it be you? You are lying to me again, aren't you?” Emily refused to believe what Jack was claiming. After all, this wouldn't be the first time he tried to pull something like this. She pulled the tall grass covered his face, in order to have a closer look under the faint moonlight.

Much to her surprise, the face of the man lying in front of her was Jack's, no doubt.

Amused by her startled expression, Jack laughed bitterly and said,”Disappointed? I am so sorry that I came to your rescue one step before Jacob.”

”You... Why did you... save me?” she asked.

Emily looked at Jack's face with scepticism, wondering if all this was real. The warmth from her body abandoned her quickly, leaving her shivering with doubts.

All of a sudden, frigid tears trickle across Jack's face, as he coughed violently. Emily immediately, patted his chest. However, when she looked at her hand, she smelled a metallic stink lingereing in the air... blood!

At the beginning Emily was too shocked to understand, but now she could see the urgency in the man's features. His skin prickled with pain, and his chest ached with the pounding of his heart...

The wounds inflicted by the big black bear were showing all over his body... But he did not show any signs of suffering before, even when he carried her and swam her across the river. Although washed by the river water, his wounds were still fresh and bleeding profusely.

Under a black sky leached of starlight, the moon above them lit up brightly. Awash in white light, Jack's bleeding wounds stood out in perfect detail.

”Why do you look so sad?” he asked. Jack used the last of his wanning strength to raise the corners of his lips and said,”Is there something wrong with my face? After all, my handsome face is my strongest attribute.”

”Stop talking.” Unimpressed, Emily disregarded his intentional garble, as she helped him take off his tattered shirt to wrap up his wound. Unfortunately, nothing prevented the blood from permeating the layers of cloth.