A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust novel Chapter 813

“You’re seriously trying to walk?” Norton frowned, eyeing her. “You’re bleeding, Mavis. How are you supposed to walk like that?”

Before Mavis could protest, Norton just scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He was stronger than he looked, carrying her easily, bucket in one hand as he strode toward the edge of the river.

Uriah and Silas had been deep in conversation nearby. It was Silas who looked up first, eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Whoa, they’re moving fast, huh?” he remarked, nudging Uriah. “Already getting all handsy?”

“Uriah, you’re doomed. Your protégé’s getting snatched away right under your nose!”

Uriah turned, just in time to see Mavis nestled against Norton’s chest, looking way too comfortable.

In a split second, his face went red with anger.

He charged over, practically fuming. “Hey! What’s going on over here?”

“You two barely know each other and you’re already cuddling? Mavis, am I invisible to you now? I mean, if you’re gonna start dating someone, you could at least give me a heads-up, right?”

He glared at Norton, then reached out to pull Mavis away, maybe a little too roughly.

Caught off guard, Mavis stumbled and went down hard, wincing as she hit the ground.

She tried to steady herself, but her injured foot sent a jolt of pain up her leg. She sucked in a sharp breath.

“Mavis!” Norton rushed to her side, looking worried. He helped her sit up carefully.

Uriah suddenly realized something wasn’t right. He frowned, looking between the two of them.

“It’s not too bad,” Calliope said after a quick check. “Looks like you just got scraped by a rock or maybe a broken shell. But we should really get this cleaned up. My first aid kit’s back at the guesthouse.”

“Yeah, let’s get her back,” everyone agreed.

Calliope shot a look at the tense standoff between Norton and Uriah, then called out, “Quentin, can you help get Mavis in the car?”

Quentin stepped up without hesitation, gently helping Mavis into the back seat.

Everyone hustled to pack up their things. Calliope, Portia, and Mavis climbed into the car and took off first.

Thankfully, the guesthouse wasn’t far. Once they arrived, Calliope wasted no time. She grabbed her first aid kit, cleaned and disinfected the cut, applied some ointment, and finally gave Mavis a quick shot for good measure.

“There you go,” Calliope said, giving her a reassuring smile. “You’ll be just fine.”