Mommy Alert! The CEO Daddy Won't Stop Courting-Chapter 857: We Will Definitely Be All Right…
At the same time, Mark also held the water in his hands and moved towards Arnold, while urgently saying to Arnold: "Arnold, come on, let me wash your eyes!"
Without any doubt, the two bumped their hands holding the water together, and the stream water dripped from both their hands.
Mark and Arnold’s movements froze.
The air was filled with a strange scent...
Perhaps to ease the strange atmosphere, Mark looked at Arnold’s action of holding water and joked: "What? Are you going to let the boss drink it directly like this?"
Arnold hastily retracted his hands, his cheeks turning crimson as he quickly replied, "Boss, this water is really sweet, and you’re injured... Anyway, just drink it quickly!"
Mark: "..."
Did he see it wrong? Arnold actually blushed?!
"Ahem!" Mark coughed and then said, "Let’s wash your eyes first. We don’t know what kind of powder Alice Sutton scattered—it’s better to wash it off early!"
"Boss, you drink first. Once you’ve drunk, I’ll wash my eyes." Arnold refused, continuing, "After all, as you said, we don’t know what those powders are. If they contaminate the water source..."
Mark smiled, interrupting Arnold’s words, "It’s okay, the water’s flowing. Besides, after washing your eyes, I can go upstream to drink water."
Said, Mark scooped water again and instructed Arnold, "Bend over, so you won’t get your clothes wet."
Arnold had no choice but to comply.
Mark gently and carefully washed Arnold’s eyes bit by bit.
Looking at Arnold’s red and swollen eyes, as big as walnuts at this moment, Mark wished he could immediately grab Alice Sutton and pour all that damn powder into his eyes!
Sensing the sudden burst of hostility from Mark, Arnold laughed lightly and said, "Boss, don’t worry, I’m fine."
"Hmm." Mark carefully and cautiously washed Arnold’s eyes, speaking in a deep voice, "I know, you definitely will be fine!"
The reason for such assurance was that Mark knew: he would certainly get Arnold out of here safely and definitely wouldn’t let anything happen to Arnold’s eyes!
Once everything was washed clean, Mark looked at Arnold, nervously saying, "Arnold, try to open your eyes and see if you can see anything?"
Arnold nodded and slowly opened her eyes.
But just as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her.
Her eyelids seemed glued together and wouldn’t open no matter what.
There was no change on Arnold’s face.
No matter how painful it was, she kept smiling, just as she smiled when the powder first entered her eyes.
The powder entering the eyes was the most painful!
At that time, Arnold also painfully covered her eyes and nearly cried out loud, but before that, Mark had timely grabbed Arnold’s hand.
Mark’s action successfully pulled Arnold back from almost falling out of the plane and also successfully stopped Arnold from letting out a cry of pain.
The most painful time did not let herself cry out, what was a little pain afterwards to Arnold?
After trying and failing, Arnold smiled nonchalantly, "Boss, it’s okay, once we leave here, it’ll be fine."
Mark was a bit disappointed, and his heart ached even more for Arnold at this moment.
His slender hand gently ruffled Arnold’s short hair, his slightly hoarse yet calming voice whispering in Arnold’s ear, "Yes, it’s fine. We will leave here, and your eyes will definitely be cured!"
After cleaning Arnold’s eyes and confirming that she still couldn’t open them and couldn’t see anything, Mark started drinking the water.
Once quenched, Mark took Arnold and started collecting dry branches near the creek.
Later, Mark managed to catch a pheasant as it entered the nest.
The forest was shrouded in night, and Mark and Arnold sat beside the fire they had lit.
One had an eye injury, and the other had a severely injured abdomen, their faces pale as paper, and having traveled through the forest for so long, they looked quite disheveled.
Yet, despite this, sitting by the fire, they seemed so harmonious.
Beside the blazing fire, Mark was earnestly roasting the pheasant and occasionally instructing Arnold to pass him the dry branches at hand.
Soon, the aroma of roast chicken filled the air. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Mark took the roast chicken off the fire, tore off a drumstick, and after cooling it, handed it to Arnold, "Eat, Arnold. There’s more if it’s not enough."
"Hmm." Arnold reached out to take it, looking in Mark’s direction, "Boss, you eat too."
Mark tore off another drumstick and some chicken breast, placing them on the clean leaf he had prepared earlier before starting to eat the roast chicken himself.
While gnawing on the chicken, Mark looked at Arnold and said, "Tonight, we can only stay here. At first light, we’ll leave for the village, and I’ll take you to treat your eyes!"
Arnold nodded, eating the tasteless yet to her, delicious food bite by bite.
Once Arnold finished the drumstick in her hand, Mark directly handed over the previously torn drumstick and chicken placed on the leaf, "Here, eat up and rest by the fire. The boss will keep watch tonight!"
Arnold reached out and took it. After feeling the amount of drumstick and chicken on the leaf, she immediately looked up at Mark, "Boss, I have a small appetite. I can’t eat that much."
"Really can’t eat it?" Mark was skeptical.
Without waiting for Arnold to speak, he continued, "Don’t forget, I’ve eaten with you. Now you’re telling me you can’t eat this with your appetite?"
After realizing he had misspoken, Mark added, "No, you’re not a boy now; you are a girl. But your appetite can’t have changed, right?"
Arnold was thoroughly embarrassed.
Although her appetite was not small, wasn’t it just to prevent others from realizing she was a girl back then?
Seeing Arnold’s silence, Mark asked again, "What? Afraid your boss won’t have enough to eat?"
Before Arnold could answer, Mark continued, "Rest assured, the pheasant I caught is plump enough to fill us both!"
Arnold: "..."
What else could she say? She could only eat the chicken in silence.
Once feeling full, Mark told Arnold to rest while he kept watch.
Arnold refused, "Boss, you’re injured. You should rest first. You rest for a few hours first; in the middle of the night, you can switch with me!"
"No, some beasts haven’t returned to their nests yet. You rest first!" Mark clearly and firmly refused.
