Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 281

"But you have to help me untie the rope, otherwise what can I do with my hand tied up like that?" Georgia looked at Joyce with a helpless face, she curled up and half squatted down, bean sweat running down the side of her forehead, she looked like she really had a stomachache.

"All right. I'll tie you to the tree first." Joyce took Georgia to a large tree in the jungle and tied the rope around Georgia's arm, with the other end of the rope tied to the tree trunk, before untying Georgia's hands behind her back.

Georgia regained her freedom and hurriedly stretched her arms and wrists with relief.

"Hey, you stand farther away or I won't make it." Georgia gestured for Joyce to walk away.

Joyce shrugged and just walked out from outside the forest.

Georgia squatted down for her business. The jungle was so dense that she could barely see anyone after squatting down.

Joyce leaned against the tree to rest, waited for a while, and noticed that Georgia had been quiet for a while. She called out, "Are you OK?"

No one answered her for a long time.

She called out again, "Are you ready? We're leaving!"

Still, no one said a word to her.

Joyce immediately got alerted. She hurriedly pressed one hand on the pistol at his waist and slowly walked forward towards the jungle to replace out what was going on.

By the time they reached the jungle, she saw that the rope was untied and discarded on the ground, and Georgia was long gone.

Joyce let out a low curse, it was her carelessness that allowed Georgia to escape.

Perhaps Georgia was afraid that after they were rescued, it would still be quite difficult for her to get away with what she did, so she found the opportunity to escape. Joyce looked around. Hell! Georgia had stolen all the food and water she had brought out.

Now, she was left with only a pistol.

But it didn't matter, she was alone and didn't have to carry Georgia along, a liability, and moved faster.

She turned around and looked for a way down the mountain.

She had no idea how long she had been walking.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear the faint sound of a stream.

Her heart rejoiced that there was indeed a small stream in the mountain. She quickly went toward the source of the sound.

Plucking away the dense weeds, and low bushes, soon, she finally found a stream.

The stream was crystal clear, flowing all the way down the mountain. Small fishes were shuttling happily between the rocks, and the surface flooded with fine foam from time to time. It was nearly dusk, the fluorescent shimmering from the sunset made everything around her quiet and beautiful.

Joyce sat by the stream, and after a long breath of relief, she cupped her hands in the stream water for a few mouthfuls. The stream water was so cool and refreshing and she felt relaxed a bit. She washed her face, cleaned her neck, and finally simply took off her shoes and socks and washed her feet comfortably.

Just feel all the fatigue, all the sticky discomfort, were all swept away.

It's so comfortable! And she felt full of energy again.

It was not early either.

The sun was about to set.

She did not know if she would be able to replace a place to settle down before it got dark.

At that moment, she suddenly turned her head and saw not far behind her, a wisp of smoke rolled up to the clouds.

She was startled.

This must be Georgia! Raise the fire and try to get someone to her rescue.

Judging from the distance between her and where the smoke rose, Georgia wasn't far from her.

Joyce's heart rose abruptly with a sense of worry, the fire, and the smoke might be able to draw in someone to rescue her.

But it would also attract those who wanted to kill her.

She thought for a moment and took off the "Wheel of Fortune" necklace from her neck.

Hanging on a conspicuous small tree by the stream. She then walked in the direction where the smoke was rising.

Wheel of Fortune, in the sunset, under the breeze, constantly swaying and rotating, radiating a dazzling light ...