Chapter 72: Always Picking on Me

An hour and a half later. Della Sowden lay limp against Joseph Lyson, so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. "You brat… how do you have that much stamina?" "Couldn't you be a little gentler?" "No sense of tenderness at all. Whoever marries you is going to suffer." "I don't have a shred of strength left. I can't even walk." She complained as she spoke, but worry crept in all the same. In this state, how was she supposed to make it down the mountain? Joseph only chuckled. "Della,...