Chapter 478

56 Vouchers

The children of the prairie were all true to their nature. When a girl met a man she liked, they could sleep together. Such things were commonplace.

The guard’s face turned pale, and he quickly backed away.

Abigail led Trevor into the tent. As soon as Trevor touched the edge of the felt-covered bed, he couldn’t hold on any longer and fell with her. The bonfire outside the tent gradually weakened, but undercurrents surged inside.

Trevor’s remaining rationality made him want to get up. However, the scent of grass in her hair lingered around his nose, and her soft skin he touched in his palm was as hot as a soldering iron. A low, hoarse breath escaped his throat, and with her initiative to kiss him, his last line of defense completely collapsed.

Abigail’s hands around his neck trembled slightly. Even though she had designed it herself, her cheeks turned red when she was stared at by his scorching gaze.

“Fool,” she cursed softly, but her eyes were full of smiles.

His calloused palm caressed her back, and she bit her lip, moaning softly as she buried her face in his sweat-dampened neck. As the night deepened, the candlelight in the tent flickered, casting two intertwined shadows on the felt, lingering for half the night without ceasing.

At daybreak, Trevor was awakened by the sound of horns outside the tent. His head throbbed, and every part of his body ached. Opening his eyes, he saw the felt pattern on the tent ceiling. His nostrils were still filled with the unfamiliar scent of powder.

The rustling beside him made him turn his head sharply. He saw Abigail propping herself up on her elbow, her moon-white soft skirt loosely hanging on her shoulders. The red marks on her neck were particularly striking in the morning light. Trevor’s mind exploded with a buzz, and the chaotic scenes of last night rushed in.

He suddenly threw off the quilt and tried to get out of bed, but his ankle got caught in the sheet, and he fell heavily to the ground.

“Morning.” Abigail yawned and stretched. The ache in her waist almost made her cry out. She covered her slender waist with her hand and looked at Trevor with a resentful expression. “What are you looking at? Now that you’ve had your way with me, don’t think you can deny it.”

Trevor’s eyes widened. He wanted to make a sound, but found his throat terribly dry. It took a lot of effort for him to speak, “Last night, we…?”

“Yes, we slept together.” Abigail found his expression amusing. Neither of them was married. There was nothing wrong with being together if they liked each other. However, Trevor looked as if he was about to die.

Abigail softened a little, patted him on the shoulder, and took the opportunity to give him another feel. “Don’t worry, I will take responsibility for you.”

“Ah…” Trevor slumped to the ground, looking at her as if she were a demon.

Abigail added, “If you are unwilling, you can pretend nothing has happened. I won’t blame you.”

Trevor lowered his head and suddenly slapped himself hard. His actions startled Abigail. She hurried to the ground and stopped his hand, “Trevor, what are you doing?”

“I am an animal.” Trevor was extremely remorseful. How could he have become sexually disinhibited after drinking and done such a thing?

Abigail’s face suddenly darkened. “Trevor Perkins, are you even a man? Do I disgust you so much that you would hurt yourself?” Although she liked Trevor, she also had her pride. No woman could accept being treated like that by the man she liked.

Abigail kicked Trevor in anger and ran out crying.

“Abigail,” Trevor called her several times, but she did not turn her head. After staying in the tent for a while, he hurried out, but did not see Abigail’s figure. He saw that the Flying Eagle Tribe was all busy carrying things. He hurriedly stopped a guard and asked, “What are you doing?”

“We are moving to another pasture. The chief and the young lady have left,” said the guard.

“What? They left?” Trevor felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was only one step late. How could Abigail have left? There was an indescribable feeling in his heart. He didn’t know what was going on, but he felt as if a large stone was blocking his chest. It made his breathing difficult.

Athena and Xander saw Trevor standing blankly in place and walking over.

“General Perkins, what’s wrong?” Xander asked.

Trevor raised his head to look at the two of them. He slowly shook his head and said, “I… I’m fine.”

Athena shook her head slightly, seeing his appearance.

“You can deceive others, but can you deceive yourself?” said Athena. She stuffed a letter into Trevor’s hand, “This is from Abigail, asking me to pass it on to you.”

Trevor’s fingers trembled slightly as he held the letter, a faint fragrance of powder still lingering on the envelope. The autumn wind swept fallen leaves past his feet, but he was completely unaware, only staring blankly at the delicate characters on the envelope: To Trevor.

“Hurry up and open it.” Athena reminded softly. Upon seeing that his face was pale, she didn’t say anything more after all. Trevor then woke up as if from a dream and clumsily tore open the seal.

When the letter was unfolded, Abigail’s lively and unrestrained handwriting fell on the paper, but at that moment, it revealed a bit of hurried scribbling.

“Trevor, by the time you read the letter, I will have already left with my clan’s team.

“You are a good person. It was I who was too reckless and used methods that shouldn’t have been used to force you. Fate, perhaps, depends on timing. I’m leaving, and you don’t need to look for me, just pretend… what happened that night never happened. Abigail.”

Looking at the words in the letter, Trevor only felt a chill all over his body. The letter trembled in Trevor’s hand, and the last sentence, “never happened,” pierced his heart like a needle. He remembered the red marks on her neck and the soft moans she buried in his neck. Remembering her red eyes asking, “Will you marry me?”, his chest suddenly felt heavier, and even his breathing became difficult.

“Where is she?” Trevor suddenly raised his head, his voice terribly hoarse. “Which direction did they go?”

Upon seeing the redness in his eyes, Xander patted him on the shoulder, saying, “We only found out this morning that they were migrating, and no one told me where they went.”

Trevor clenched the letter, almost crushing the thin paper. The blankness of despair was replaced by a surge of anger. He looked at the northern sky and said hoarsely, “I’m going to find her.”

Athena quietly exchanged a glance with Xander. “The fool has finally come to his senses,” they thought.

“Okay, Athena and I will take a step forward and go to Aeridon. After you’re done here, you can join us,” said Xander. The team had been prepared and ready to set off. Xander took Athena and got into the carriage.

Trevor nodded. He turned over and jumped on the back of a steed, chasing after the traces of the Flying Eagle Tribe.

In the carriage, Athena leaned on Xander’s shoulder and laughed. “I didn’t expect Uncle Trevor would have a day to be handled by someone.”

“If he were as sensible as I am and had been manipulated by you earlier, he wouldn’t have suffered so much,” said Xander, who was a little proud. He was sincere to Athena and never changed.

Athena heard that and glared at Xander. “What do you have to be so proud of? If you had been more proactive, we would have been together long ago.”

Xander grunted, feeling somewhat guilty. “Back then, you only had General Osborne in your eyes. There wasn’t any room for me. Ever since I saw you running after him, I’ve been like a poor little thing following behind you. Did you ever even look at me?”