When Gabrielle turned around and went out, Jackson held her hands.

She stopped and looked at him.

"Do you want to leave me alone?" Jackson said weakly.

Gabrielle was smiling with her lips twitched and said, "You always claim that you are strong and tough. Are you afraid? Guess whether I will leave or not."

Jackson couldn't help but laugh, and then said in a low voice, "My dick becomes really strong and tough because of you."

"It is dangerous now. Don't tell jokes," Gabrielle pushed his hands away and then went out.

Jackson had been staring at Gabrielle's back until she disappeared.

And then he also closed his eyes.

His back hurt so much that he felt numb, but Jackson still got consciousness and even felt cold.

Finally, he fell into a coma.

Jackson had a dream, seeing that Gabrielle was thrown into the hot pan by his family members.

"Don't…" Jackson shouted and reached for Gabrielle, but he couldn't grab Gabrielle. She soon disappeared.

"Don't! Don't!" Jackson whispered painfully.

After a while, he found a small hand was on his face, so he naturally grabbed it and opened his eyes.

It was Gabrielle. She came back.

It was utterly bright outside. Gabrielle guessed it was an isolated island with jungles.

In the morning, Gabrielle changed into a fisherman's suit, which was probably left by previous residents.

As Gabrielle made a bun, her small and cute face showed.

She stood by the bed, reached out, and wiped his sweat. Soon, Jackson woke up. Looking at his pale face, Gabrielle drew her hands back and wet the towel, "I'll wash your face. As for the wound, I had dealt with it. Um. Besides, I found a doctor in this village to stitch the wound, but it was already inflamed. If you can go through it 24 hours later, you will be safe."

"Oh, well. I had made contact with my elder sister, and she said she would be there to pick me up. Mr. Howel had sent the message to Hill, and I guess Hill will find us soon."

"So?" Jackson interrupted her with a low voice, "Do you want to leave?"

"Um… I guess so. The ship is already waiting for me outside," Gabrielle said. She needed to leave the isolated island, got on the shore, and then Avery would find her.

Gabrielle had to go because she had many things to handle. She needed to find the wolf that brought her first.

Gabrielle remembered that the wolf wanted to go somewhere. She would have planned to follow, but many killers chased her, and she finally fell to the cliff.

"What if I can't go through?"

Gabrielle turned around and stared at Jackson, "Mr. Oliver, I'm sorry that I forgot to bless you and Miss Morrison. My warmest wishes to you are a very endearing and lovely couple. May the bond that you share untie your souls as one and bring out the best in one another. I pray for your unity throughout this journey of love.

For Miss Morrison, I wish you were still alive after 24 hours."

Jackson clenched his fist and made a bitter smile, "Don't you want me to be alive because of you?"

"No," Gabrielle sounds like a sulky girl. And then she dropped the towel and said, "Okay. I'm leaving."

Then, Gabrielle turned around and went out.

"She is leaving. Now!" thought Jackson.

Suddenly, as it sent a thunder, making a noise, it rained heavily.

Although the raindrops were as big as beans, Gabrielle was a bit rushed and directly went out.

Raindrops kept dripping and made her wet all over.

Gabrielle ran fast, and soon Jackson chased her. He held her slender waist tight with both arms.

Jackson held her from behind tight, putting his head on her neck and kissed it, "Don't leave."

Gabrielle lowered her eyes and pulled his fingers hard. She was trying to take Jackson's fingers apart, but she failed.

Jackson held her tight and kissed her face with his pale lips. It rains heavily. Gabrielle and Jackson were wet all over, "Gabrielle Peters, please. Don't leave."

"Jackson Oliver, your wound is inflamed, and it is still raining. You shouldn't stand here for long. If you fall, how can you stop me? Moreover, my elder sister will soon be at the pier. I don't want the boatman to wait for me for a long time."

Jackson held Gabrielle's shoulder and turned her around, "You can leave as soon as Hill is coming."

Gabrielle was silent. She agreed and nodded. "Fine. It would be better to stay with him. Otherwise, it seems that I'm an ingrate. After all, he saved me," thought Gabrielle.

She moved her mouth, hesitating whether to talk about Mr. Meyer with him. Finally, she kept it because she thought Jackson didn't heal.

Gabrielle was also sad because she knew that Diana was tied up with bombs for killing Avery, and Mr. Charles stopped her and died.

It was dark, and the wind was violent. The wooden house where they stayed was waggled in the heavy rain.

A doctor bandaged up Jackson's wound again and asked, "Miss, since his wound was inflamed and wet, his temperature is 42 degrees. Although I applied for the medicine, I'm not sure if he can still be alive tomorrow."

"Thanks."

The doctor left. Gabrielle closed the door, sitting by the bed and staring at him.

Jackson was in a coma and muttered to himself, "Cold."

Jackson felt cold.

There was only one quilt on the wooden bed. Jackson was lying there, and his body was very cold.

Gabrielle was speechless and lost in thought.

"If I leave now, I will be free, and then the contract will be useless," thought Gabrielle.

However, Gabrielle didn't want to leave.

She tried to find a piece of paper and a pen, wrote down something, and finally, she took his finger and pressed a handprint on it.

Gabrielle folded the paper and put it away.

When all had been done, Gabrielle was at ease.

When she reached out her small hand and touched Jackson's forehead, Jackson held her hand and touched it, mumbling, "Cold. Cold."

Gabrielle couldn't find more quilts for him.

She bit her lower lip with her fine white teeth, lifted the quilt, and then lay down beside Jackson.

Gabrielle reached out to hold Jackson, getting close to his cold body.

After a while, Gabrielle felt Jackson felt colder, and she thought, "Probably, he can't go through this night?"

Gabrielle looked at his pale and handsome face and tight lips, which made him weak and fragile, though he still looked arrogant.

Gabrielle hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand to untie her clothes, and at the same time, she touched his waist.

The cold vs. The warm.

The strong breast vs. The soft breast.

Gabrielle got close to Jackson, putting her skins on his cold skin. Gabrielle felt cold. She twitched her shoulders and trembled.

Luckily, Jackson turned a little hot.