My billionaire husband spoils me too much

Chapter 395

Bob was afraid that his neck would be scratched, and his big body stiffened. "Don't, please don't hurt

us."

"No. Please. Don't hurt us." His wife also shouted nervously.

Christina's face was pale, but she did not show any mercy to them. The knife was pressed against the

Bearded Man's neck. The cold metal blade instantly left a visible blood mark on his neck. A thin trace of

blood dropped down slowly.

"I'll go! I'm going! I'll go out and get the firewood!" It turned out that the Bearded Man was also afraid to

be hurt, and he said hurriedly.

His wife burst into tears. "She is insane and too scary!"

Christina ignored them. Geoffrey tugged at her pants nervously beside her.

"Could you please help me take care of him for a while?" Christina turned around and told thenovelbin

photographer.

The photographer seemed to be surprised by her words. He looked at Christina thoughtfully and did not

answer for a while.

Christina didn't understand why she trusted this stranger, but someone had to go out to pick firewood

under this circumstance. It was not safe to go out alone, so two people had to go together.

However, she didn't trust the Bob. So she must went with him.

It would be better to let the photographer stay behind and take care of Geoffrey and Barbara.

Why did she trust him?

Christina didn't know why she trusted him either. Strictly speaking, she felt that an arrogant man like

him would not attack the weeks and children.

She had no choice at this moment. Someone had to go out and get firewood.

"I'm going to get us some firewood and will be back no later than an hour. It's too dark and cold outside.

It's too easy to get lost if you go out."

Christina squatted down beside Geoffrey and kept saying. "Wait for me here in the stone house, okay?"

Geoffrey struggled a little and refused to let Christina go.

"I promise I will be back," She promised him in a low voice.

Geoffrey's eyes were wet, and his eyes were filled with reluctance. "Mrs. Hopkins, you have to come

back. Promise!"

"Okay."

Christina stopped wasting time. She rubbed his little head, glanced at the photographer before she left,

and strode into the snowy darkness.

The Bearded Man was forced to walk forward by Christina. He was very reluctant. "It was suicide to go

outside in the weather like this."

"The trees were buried by the avalanche earlier. There are no branches for the fire. Even if you can find

some, it will be difficult to start the fire because of the wetness."

Christina ignored him and turned the flashlight on her phone, which had only 15% battery left. However,

the light was still weak.

The pitch-dark sky looked heavy, and the snow was still falling from the sky. It seemed too empty and

gloomy around them. Bob's voice echoed in the mountains, which made Christina feel a little braver.

The previous avalanche buried the whole area on the left side of the mountain. Christina walked to the

opposite side, hoping to find some branches as soon as possible and go back to the stone house.

"We can't go that far! What if we get lost and can't go back to the stone house?"

Bob walked more and more slowly. Looking at the empty and silent mountain, he shivered all over in

the snow and wind. He felt more flustered as he walked further and turned to shout to Christina.

Christina pressed the knife against his back and said with a cold face, "Keep going!"

"You're insane, you know?!"

Bob's face was ferocious, but he didn't dare to do anything with the knife against his back. He

continued, "That man said that there were black bears on the mountain... Do you want to kill us both?"

Christina's expression darkened. She felt that the Bearded Man was useless and replied angrily, "The

black bears are hibernating!"

But just then, they heard a strange sound coming from a small patch of forest in front of them.

It sounded like the sound when animals walked by the forest.

Christina immediately stopped. She straightened her back and held the flashlight in her hand. The light

was too weak to see what it was, but she could tell that the thing was about 100 feet ahead. A dark

shadow was rushing towards them.

Bob shouted in fear. "I told you there were black bears!" He turned around and ran away in panic.

He bumped into Christina's side when he was running away. Her cell phone fell on the snow, and the

light source disappeared. It was so dark that she could not even see her fingers.

The temperature was so low that she felt the cold go into her bone. Her lungs were burning as she

breathed in the icy air.

It was undoubtedly hazardous to walk around on such a night.

Christina looked ahead. Her legs were numb from the cold, and her thought was in a mess. She

hesitated whether to run away, but she knew that it could not be the black bear. The bears had already

hibernated.

It didn't sound like an animal either.

The speed of the thing wasn't that fast, and the sound of footsteps was a little heavy. It sounded more

like a human.

Sure enough, she was right.

Someone was running towards them.

Christina heaved a sigh of relief and bent down to pick up her phone. The dim light of her phone shone

on the tall and muscular man's face in front of her.

It was Ray.

Christina was surprised to see him. Ray wasn't washed down by the avalanche. She heard that he had

fallen down the mountain fighting with another tourist. She did not expect to see him alive.

There were many injuries to his body. There was a big wound on his forehead, and the blood had

formed a clot. He looked very ferocious.

"How are you feeling?" She asked out of politeness.

However, she saw the strangeness after she met her eyes. Ray's eyes were wide open, but his pupils

were unfocused and looked lifeless. He opened his mouth, revealed blood inside, and roared as though

she was his enemy, "You people dare to hurt me!"

Ray lunged forward to attack her like a madman.

Christina was caught off guard and fell on the snow. She didn't get a chance to react before his strong

arm grabbed her throat.

His crazy strength made Christina unable to move. Her breathing became more and more rapid. Her

face was filled with panic, and she kept struggling. His heavy body was sitting on her made it

impossible for her to escape.

"How dare you hurt me! How dare you!" Ray roared. He had a conflict with a tourist and fell down the

mountain with injuries all over his body. He exploded with rage.

The force on Christina's neck was so heavy that her skin turned purple under the cold air. Her

breathing was shallow, and she kept trying to escape with both hands and feet. However, her strength

was leaving her slowly.

Christina's hand kept groping around her waist, and her fingers found the icy knife.

Her expression became harsh, and she tried her best to stab Ray in the calf.

Ray felt the pain, and he set up straight and covered his injured leg with his hands instantly. Christina

took the chance, pushed him away, and got up on her feet.

She breathed heavily, and her whole body was exhausted. Her throat was still throbbing.

"You bitch!"

She thought that Ray would not have the strength to attack her after being stabbed if he didn't die.

However, he seemed to have lost his mind. Ray pulled the knife out of his calf with his big hand, and

the blood gushed out. He didn't seem to feel the pain. He rushed over again, even angrier than before,

"I want you dead!"

Christina ran desperately in one direction before she could have a chance to gasp for air or to make

sure where she was running to.

Ray dragged his injured leg behind her, and the blood was all over the white snow. The smell of blood

drifted in the air. Ray's huge body limped, chasing after her like a fierce beast.

Christina was breathing heavily and running wildly. Her heart was beating so fast. She kept looking

around, although everywhere was dark. "Is there anyone there? HELP!" She shouted. Deep down, she

still hoped that Bob would be nearby and could help her.

She ran into another forest. The snow was thicker here, perhaps because it wasn't a tourist site. The

path was covered by the shadow. She kept running.

Ray dragged his injured leg, and his pace was unsteady. He roared wildly, "I will catch you! I will!"

Christina was panting as she ran. She kept turning around to check and thinking about how to escape

in her mind.

She could climb up the tree.

Ray's leg was injured. She could climb up a tree and avoid him for a while.

"Ah!"

Just as she was thinking about what she should do while she was panicking, Christina missed a step.

The soil under the thick snow loosened, and her whole body started to fall.

It was pitch-dark below, like a huge mouth waiting to swallow her.

A figure flew over from her left.

The giant palm held her right wrist at the edge of the cliff.

Christina's heart fell back to her stomach.

She was hanging in the air, and her right wrist was pulled hard by the person. She raised her head and

saw the familiar face with her blurry vision.

Christina was shocked for a second. She knew it was him.

It was Patrick Hopkins.

They were on such an icy mountain, on a dead night—they met in such a mess. There was a second

that she felt that she had seen an illusion.

"Don't move."

Patrick's voice came from above, as deep and familiar as usual.

Christina looked at the man in front of her and felt the time go back to before. She felt mixed feelings

when she heard his voice. She was surprised to see him here, but there was a part of her that was sure

that he would come to save her.

It was too dark to see Patrick's expression. He was trying to pull her up.

"Be careful!"

Christina shouted nervously.

Ray dragged his injured leg and was furious like a wild beast. His vast body, heavy footsteps, and

crazy roar were enough to show how insane he was.

Patrick was on his stomach at the edge of the cliff and tried to pull Christina up with both hands.

She raised her head anxiously. "Be careful! Behind you!"

Ray's angry face came into her sight as soon as she finished talking. He held the bloody knife in his big

hand and stabbed it into Patrick's body with rage. With a sound, the sharp metal pierced into his body.

Christina's face turned pale.

On the edge of the cliff, Ray was still in a rage and continued to punch and kick at Patrick's crawling

body on the ground.

Christina was so worried that the tears rushed over her eyes. She shook her arm and said, "Open your

hand!"

"Patrick Hopkins, I said open your hand and just let go!"

He could stand up if he let her go, and he didn't have to be beaten up anymore.

Her breathing became shallow, and she shouted, "Let me go and stand up!"

"I won't hurt if I fall. It's snow everywhere."

She used the other hand to try to open his grip, and tears rushed out of her eyes because of anxiety

and worry. However, he grabbed even tighter as if he had used all his strength on his hand.

"Patrick, I told you to let go!"