Take Me Away

Chapter 68 Out To Sketch

Fiona’s words slightly appeased Spencer, but he still scoffed nevertheless. He gave Fiona a stubborn

look. "Eat if you are hungry."

She raised her eyebrows. Sighing, she then tried to prop herself up with her arms. 'How pitiful I am! In

order to appease Spencer, I have to eat the food brought by him thought I'm already full.'

He put his hands on his hips, frowning at the sight of her limping. Finally having enough of it, he strode

over to help her.

"Aahhh!" She shrieked, surprised by the unexpected embrace.

He held her in his arms, carrying her towards the table. "Fiona."

"Yes?"

"You’re a married woman. Don’t let yourself be carried around by other men. Don’t you understand how

much people love to gossip nowadays?" Spencer was glaring at her.

"I..."

"You what?" he scoffed. "Did you even hear what I said?"

Fiona’s eyes glinted with sudden realization. Was he jealous of Ryan? It couldn’t be. The thought

somehow amused her.

Noticing how dazed Fiona was, Spencer frowned.

"Hey! Did you hear me?" "What? Yes, of course I did," she hurriedly replied, suddenly feeling

embarrassed.

Laughing at herself, she wondered how she could even think someone as arrogant as him could ever

experience jealousy.

She spoke up while they ate, disturbing Spencer’s thoughts. "When are you going to leave?"

"Are you leaving?" He raised his head.

"I have to work on my sketching, especially since I need it for credits. I can’t leave my room, but I think I

can do it here," she explained.

"Then I’m staying too."

"Don’t you have any business to attend to?"

"I’ve finished everything I wanted to in the past month. I can relax a little bit now. They won’t miss me

even if I don’t go for three days or so."

"The past month?" Fiona muttered, then nodded. "Right, you’ve been working at the base for a month."

"You..." He narrowed his eyes, annoyed at her indifference. ‘She doesn’t even know how long I’ve been

gone!’ he thought to himself. He threw down his chopsticks angrily on the table. "When I’m at work, you

must send me messages very day, and call me every other day."

"Why?"

"It’s an order!"

She wanted to refute him, but suddenly remembered that her phone had been thrown away. She bit her

lips. "Leona threw my phone away."

"No big deal. I’ll just buy you a new one when we get back," he replied.

"Thank you, but it’s okay." Fiona waved her hand. "I can go buy it myself."

"Pfft! I know you'll buy a cheap one." He frowned.

"I can do it for you. You don’t have to worry about it." "Alright then."

She nodded. Spencer glanced at her with a satisfied look. He could buy a phone later, the same brand

as his, and install a world-class location tracker. That way, she wouldn’t get lost again!

Oh, and a listener in case Ryan called her!

Spencer’s thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Fiona! It’s me!" Sophia shouted.

"Why is she here again?" Spencer stood up.

Sophia glared at Spencer as soon as the door opened, then ran to Fiona with a sketchpad. "I told the

teacher about your situation, and she allowed you to sketch in here."

"That’s great!" Fiona cheerfully took the sketchpad from her friend. "Thank her for me."

"I already did." Sophia smiled. "Anyway, she already scheduled us for sketches, so it’s time for me to

go."

"Wait!" Fiona called out, looking worried.

"What’s wrong?"

"You’re not with Leona, are you?" Fiona asked.

"Leona?" Sophia pursed her lips. "I heard she didn't feel well last night so she went down the mountain

and quit sketching. I wouldn’t go sketching with her even if she wanted me to, anyway."

"Down the mountain?" Fiona threw Spencer a confused look.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, I have to go. Rest well!" Sophia rushed out of the room.

"Did you think she ran away because of guilt?" Spencer smirked. "Even if she did, she won’t be able to

escape. As soon as we come back to M City, I’ll teach her a lesson."

Fiona stared at his menacing expression and hurriedly said, "What are you saying? We should solve

these kinds of problems legally! Please don’t..."

"Legally?" He raised an eyebrow. "I have solved every problem that came my way through legal

channels."

She immediately raised her hands to cover his mouth, looking around in fear. "Are you crazy? Don’t

say it like that!"

He pulled her hand away. "Are you worried about me?"

"No, I’m worried you’ll get me into trouble." Fiona pursed her lips.

"Don’t worry. Your husband is excellent at his job. Pack your things. I’ll take you out to sketch," he said

triumphantly.

"Really?" She turned around with a sudden look of thrill across her face.

"Of course, you’re easy to carry around." 'Carry

me around?’ she thought to herself. He was going to do that again?

"Forget it!" Fiona shook her head profusely. "I’m just going to stay in."

"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re all flustered about," Spencer said, scoffing. "Being held by me is

quite an honor,

you know." She was speechless.

Every student stared at them with a stunned expression as Spencer exited the room carrying Fiona in

his arms. His handsome and heroic rescue last night had become the talk of the town. Now, he was

holding her in his arms once again.

"They have a pretty unusual relationship."

"Mr. Cheng is so handsome! I want him to carry me like that, too."

"If I get in trouble, please save me too, Mr. Cheng!"

Everyone around them was muttering. Most of the girls kept staring at Spencer fondly. He sighed and

turned to Fiona. "Let me take you somewhere nice and quiet. You can enjoy the beautiful scenery

there, and nobody is going to disturb us!"

"That would be nice." She lowered her head bashfully, still uneasy about all the attention she was

getting.

As they walked along the path, Spencer said, "I came across this place when I went down yesterday

and noticed that it overlooked the entire Maple Mountain. Not bad, huh?"

Fiona raised her head and saw the magnificent view. The leaves on the trees were bright red, and as

she drowned in the scenery, she felt her mind and body clear all the distractions. She nodded heartily

in agreement.

With a smile, Spencer helped Fiona sit on a huge, smooth stone nearby. "Here we go."

"Thank you." She sat down, staring at the remote mountain with a faraway look in her eyes. Then, she

picked up her pen and started to sketch.

Meanwhile, he lay down on a huge stone nearby, crossing his legs and resting his head on his arm. He

turned and started to observe Fiona.

She was sketching an outline of the sky and the mountains. Her eyes were in focus while her slightly

opened lips gave way to soft, slow breaths. So this was what she looked like when completely

immersed.

A gentle breezed passed through, and in the air he seemed to smell her fragrance.

"When I get old, I’ll find a remote place and live there in seclusion," he said offhandedly, as if he didn’t

mean to say it out loud.

"In seclusion?" Fiona asked softly.

"Yes!"

In a teasing tone, she replied, "I thought you wanted to devote yourself to the peace of the world. Why

are you suddenly talking about retreating so soon?"

He smiled faintly. "When we’re young, we give everything for our country, day and night. Then, when

we get old, that’s when we finally live a warm and simple life."

"I didn’t know you could say such sentimental things," Fiona said while sketching pieces of maple

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Spencer suddenly felt like wishing for the future to come at that moment. He turned over and propped

his head over his hand, then stared at her. "I’ll find a place with mountains and rivers, then build myself

a house. I will use the hunting gun to get pheasants and roast them for you while you wash our clothes

and cook. Of course, you can also relax like this and do sketches. What do you think?"

"Sounds great." Fiona stopped sketching, turning her head as she smiled. It dissipated, however, as

soon as she looked at Spencer.

How could the two of them have a future?

"What’s wrong?" He noticed her expression change.

"I just..."

After a few moments, she decided not to say anything. She looked away. "The wind is rising."

He followed her gaze. At a distance, maple leaves rustled about the autumn wind, as if it were raining

red.

They sat together quietly for a long time.

Spencer then caught a red leaf that was drifting around them.

"Here you go." He passed it over to Fiona. He reminded her of an innocent child as he said in a soft

voice, "Look at this beautiful leaf. Take it, it’s a souvenir for you."

She bowed slightly and smiled. "Thank you."