Charlotte stared, speechless.
For a moment, she wondered if she was still dreaming. In her dreams, Darren—usually so aloof and harsh—was reduced to a servant at her beck and call. Yet now, in the cold light of reality, it seemed little had changed.
She avoided his burning gaze as she took the basin and toothbrush from his hands, quietly beginning her morning routine.
Outside the tent, the low hum of professors in conversation drifted in.
After a night’s rest, the team was ready for today’s expedition.
Before setting out, Darren equipped everyone with extra safety lines and thermal gear. Taking charge at the front, he pushed Charlotte’s wheelchair himself as the group moved forward across the frozen terrain.
They trekked for almost two hours before the ice ahead took on a faint, bluish glow.
Charlotte pulled out the analyzer, her fingers flying across the screen.
The readings confirmed it: beneath the ice lay the very crystal they had been searching for—a low-temperature core material that remained stable even at minus sixty degrees.
“We found it!” one of the professors exclaimed, his voice trembling with excitement.
Immediately, the team crowded around, faces alight with joy.
“Take a sample from the ice, but be careful not to damage the crystal structure,” Charlotte instructed.
At Darren’s signal, two seasoned mercenaries began their precise work.
“Sample secured!”
With utmost care, the mercenary placed a small piece of the blue crystal into an insulated container and handed it to Charlotte.
But just as everyone was basking in the thrill of discovery—crack!
“The ice is breaking! Everyone, back up—now!”
He shoved the ice sheet, steering it toward the shore, not stopping until his feet finally struck solid ground—safe at last.
His lips were blue, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, but he didn’t waste a second wiping the water from his face. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly his whole body trembled with fear and cold.
His voice broke with emotion. “Charlotte, thank God you’re safe…”
But Charlotte hardly noticed the warmth of his embrace. Instead, she scrambled to look around. “Where’s the insulated case?”
“Don’t worry, I know where it went under.”
Darren didn’t hesitate. He stood up instantly. “Wait here. I’ll get it back.”
Before she could protest, he had already turned and dived headlong into the freezing water once again.
Charlotte stared after him, her eyes wide with shock.

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