CHAPTER 403: CHAPTER 158: DIFFERENT WAYS OF SURVIVAL

158-159 Different Ways of Survival

When the door of Orleans’ room was opened, he was lying in bed. Startled by the sound of the door, Orleans leapt up, ready to rush out, but the person standing outside made him stop in his tracks.

He thought one of those foul-mouthed hunters was the one opening the door for him, Orleans was prepared for them — he intended to give those ungracious hunters a punch each. Those damned curs who dared to subject the noble Viscount Orleans to such humiliation. The noble Mr. Orleans hadn’t yet realized that the source of his humiliation was his equally noble father.

"Xuexue, it’s you," Orleans’ face lit up with joy the moment he saw Wen Maixue who had opened the door for him, the young aristocrat who had been locked up overnight and had grown somewhat silly had all the grievances from last night forgotten once he saw his goddess.

"It’s me, Orleans, I heard you didn’t eat last night, so I brought you breakfast," Wen Maixue gently led him back into the room and had someone serve him freshly made cream of potato soup and several slices of newly baked bread.

After yesterday’s avalanche, the mountain roads and transport had been blocked, and they could only make meals with some stockpiled ingredients.

Orleans didn’t feel like being fussy at this point, he had cursed all night long, and by the latter half of the night, he had begun to regret it; he shouldn’t have smashed that plate of venison, feeling hungry was far worse than dealing with jealousy.

Wen Maixue sent the servants away, Olson had taken some hunters out early in the morning, saying they wanted to go to the mountains to check the situation after the avalanche. Wen Maixue knew that the avalanche might be related to Pello’s death.

First, she sat next to Orleans, wiping the corners of his mouth like a caring mother would, then she stood up, started to tidy up the room like a maid.

The woman’s slender waist and her gentle movements were like a Scottish tune, intoxicating and entrancing Orleans.

"Xuexue," once Orleans’ stomach was somewhat filled and he felt warmed up, he started having lustful thoughts. He pushed the plate away, and sneaked up beside Wen Maixue. Just like his shameless father, he grabbed Wen Maixue in an embrace.

If breakfast was brought by Wen Maixue, then his father must not be around. Orleans carried Wen Maixue to the bed, and just as his hands began to undo her clothes, he discovered she wasn’t resisting.

Today’s Wen Maixue was different from the usual Xuexue, she didn’t resist him, and Orleans looked at Wen Maixue with delight. Wen Maixue also looked back at Orleans for a while, and in her eyes, he pieced together Pello’s face.

Her eyes filled with infatuation, she cupped Orleans’ face in her hands, and kissed him as if he were a rare treasure.

While kissing, Wen Maixue began to sob uncontrollably.

Orleans panicked, feeling that the Wen Maixue in front of him, today was not only different, but also more fragile, charming, and alluring than usual. "Xuexue, what happened, who upset you? I’ll go teach them a lesson for you."

"Orleans, let me take a good look at you, I’m such a wicked woman, I could have contacted the rescue team right after he left," Wen Maixue kissed Orleans chaotically, mumbling nonsensical words.

When Wen Maixue left Olson’s cabin in the morning, she had heard about the avalanche in Shanyin, and she became aware that some were suggesting that the rescue team should be notified. However, the hunters hired by Olson stopped the servants, with the claim that the Count hadn’t ordered, no one should notify the rescue team.

"Those are human lives, pity the couple!" Wen Maixue heard a kitchen maid grumbling. Everyone knew that the young couple who hadn’t returned last night might have been caught in the avalanche.

Wen Maixue walked back to her room in a daze, she sat in the cabin for a while, then pulled out her mobile phone from her luggage. Olson didn’t have guns or any lethal weapons with him when he returned last night, which meant that Pello might still be alive.

If she dialed the rescue team, then someone would immediately come over for a search and rescue, would that increase the chances of Pello still being alive?

But Wen Maixue couldn’t bring herself to press the call button, she deleted the number and re-entered it several times, until the phone’s low battery warning went off, the call never went through.