"Theo, am I right?"
Ellinor turned around, raising an eyebrow at Theo.
Theo bowed his head, staring at her intensively, "How do you know all these things?"
Ellinor smiled, playfully poking at the man's robust chin, which was much higher than hers, "Cause that little girl who saved you once was me!"
Theo's pupils contracted; he clenched the hand of this mischievous girl tightly, "You?"
Ellinor nodded, "Yes, the day I went to bring you dry bread, I found you were no longer there! I thought you were taken by a wild beast, and I even buried some dry bread there as a memorial for you."
Theo's eyebrows slightly frowned. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
So it was her!
No wonder he always felt Patricia didn't have the innocence of that little girl who saved him.
Ellinor tilted her head, "Theo, what's wrong? Aren’t you happy to know that your life-saver is actually me?"
The man came to his senses, feeling delighted about this wonderful fate. He held her hand and gently kissed it, his deep voice filled with charm.
This must be Ellinor's trick; it must be!
Patricia sniffed, complaining in grievance, "Ellinor, after all that talk, you just want to take away my life-saving favor to Theo. Don’t you think you've gone too far?"
Still being hugged by the man, Ellinor heard those words and gently pushed the man's chest, indicating him to loosen up a bit.
Then, she looked at Patricia with a smirk, "Do I need to replace you?"
Patricia gritted her teeth, her brows furrowed as she challenged, "Then do you have any evidence to prove it was you who saved Theo? You just said it, and there’s no proof!"
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