Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 435

Camila Davis stared at him, frozen with surprise.

It was Dennis Williams. He actually came…

Dennis spotted her too.

The mountain trail was slick from the rain, mud covering the winding path, but Dennis walked with steady determination. All the way here, worry gnawed at him—what if Camila ran into trouble out here?

As she lifted her gaze, he finally saw her huddled inside an old wooden cabin.

She was curled up in the corner, looking small and drenched. Her hair and clothes clung to her face, and she looked more than a little worse for wear.

He took one look and knew she was freezing; her lips were already tinged purple.

Dennis’s heart squeezed. He hurried his pace, crossing the distance in a flash.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?” His voice was low, rough with concern.

Camila finally snapped out of her daze. She shook her head. “I’m fine. I was heading back and got caught in the downpour. Couldn’t make it down, but I found this old hunting shack and ducked in. I’m just soaked, that’s all.”

Dennis finally let out a breath of relief. “That’s good.”

Camila stood, stamping her feet to get some feeling back into her stiff, cold body.

She started to ask, “By the way, did you find Sarah—”

She didn’t get to finish. A violent sneeze interrupted her, and she shivered hard.

Dennis noticed the broken window, rain and wind howling in. He moved closer, shielding her instantly.

He said, “Larry found her. She took the other trail, but she’s totally fine, not a scratch.”

He eyed Camila’s dripping clothes. “You’d better take your jacket off.”

It was still chilly up in the hills, and Camila’s heavy coat, soaked through, offered zero warmth.

She realized keeping it on would probably just make her sick. She slipped it off obediently.

The next moment, something warm and heavy settled around her shoulders.

Dennis’s own jacket.

He’d already shrugged it off and draped it over her without a second thought.

Camila froze, then panicked, trying to give it back. “No, really—you’ll get cold too! I’m already wet, don’t worry about me—”

“Put it on.” Dennis’s tone was sharp, brooking no argument.

“I’m not cold. I’ve been through worse. This is nothing.” He gave her a look that brooked no argument. “But you—your lips are purple. If you keep this up, you’ll get sick before we even get off the mountain.”

Camila fell silent, a little shocked. She’d known Dennis for ages, but he’d never spoken to her so forcefully before.

But she didn’t mind. In fact, something warm filled her chest.

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