After crossing the field in no time, Vincent turned around to look if Caspian had taken the bait and was running while carrying his wife.
However, he was disappointed when he saw them right by the road. “Ugh! Why aren’t they running yet?” he mumbled to himself and looked down at Tilla.
Tilla was tightly closing her eyes, holding her breath, and clutching Vincent’s shirt as if she was clinging for her life.
The last time Vincent had carried her, she wasn’t fully conscious due to the blood loss. And she barely recalled how it felt to be swept faster than the wind. But now that she was fully conscious, she felt like her soul had escaped from her body when Vincent dashed like that.
Vincent widened his eyes upon realizing that he might have run a little too fast for Tilla. “Hey, are you okay?” he asked her while fearing that she might spit on him or punch him or do something like that as an act of revenge.
