She was still mentally criticizing herself, "What’s wrong with you, Miss Mills?!"

Weren’t you always fearless? Always carefree, when were you ever nervous? What kind of situation haven’t you seen?

Why is it that whenever you’re with Trevor, your heart races like a fawn? You even have to practice your breathing hundreds of times?

It’s so annoying! Every time your heart races, your cheeks flush, and your whole body’s blood heats up, it’s truly embarrassing to death!!

Afraid Trevor won’t notice!

And now is the time to find someone, not the time for romance!

But she was very clear in her heart, this is what love feels like, like a wild beast, uncontrollable.

If Jocelyn Morgan hadn’t disappeared, this trip to the ancient town would have had extraordinary significance for her and Trevor.

But given the current situation, it’s really not suitable for romantic feelings...

Jocelyn’s whereabouts are unknown, everyone is concerned, everyone is worried.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, and Janelle Mills gathered her thoughts, shook her head to shake off these messy thoughts, bent over to fluff the comforter, and then laid it flat.

Then she drew open the curtain and also opened the glass sliding door, fresh air rushing in.

Janelle Mills stepped outside, across the river, the stilted houses lined up like an ancient painting.

She went to the balcony railing and immediately saw many small boats floating on the river, and the rescue team staff busy among them, wearing clothes printed with the word ’Rescue’.

Janelle Mills’ heart sank heavily, the lightness on her face vanished, replaced with a solemn expression.

Her world at this moment seemed silent, blankly staring at those scenes...

A whole night passed... still no news...

But is no news really the best news?

Not necessarily...

Janelle Mills clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, praying, praying for Jocelyn.

"Jocelyn, you must be safe and sound; we’re all waiting for you to come back," a voice silently repeated in her heart.

How could such a living person disappear into thin air?

In the bathroom, Trevor hesitated for a long time, deciding not to call Ian Shelby.

As he brushed his teeth, he used his phone to order breakfast for Janelle. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

On the balcony, Janelle Mills remained in a prayerful posture... she was indeed a kind-hearted good girl.

Soon, footsteps approached from behind her, but Janelle Mills didn’t look back, only returned to herself, opened her eyes, and released her clasped hands.

Looking at the restless river surface, her mood was equally poor; the sky was gray, it had rained heavily last night, and it seemed likely to rain again soon.

Trevor’s gaze gently swept past the girl’s back and also landed on the few boats floating in the middle of the river.

The professional salvage team had been busy all night; they were still doing their best to search, to salvage... as if even the air was telling them that hope was only becoming more and more slim.

Soon, someone delivered breakfast, and the doorbell rang.

Trevor turned to open the door, "Hello."

"Sir, enjoy your meal," the delivery guy kindly reminded, "Sir, please pay attention to your safety when going out; there have been unsolved disappearances in the ancient town."

Trevor nodded, "Mm, thanks for the reminder." He watched the delivery guy’s back as he descended the stairs, a trace of sorrow passing through his eyes.

Then he closed the door, as Janelle Mills also came in from the balcony.

"Janelle, let me apply the ointment for you first." Trevor placed the bag on the TV cabinet and grabbed the bottle of ointment, "After I apply the medicine, you can go freshen up."

Janelle Mills sat on the edge of the bed, watching him open the bottle of ointment.

Like last night, he knelt on one knee and gently placed her sprained foot on his knee, gently rolling up her pant leg.

"Thank you," Janelle said sweetly.

"No need to be polite," Trevor looked up and saw her eyes seemed to contain stars.