The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 267 Conforming Wig

After walking for more than twenty minutes, Nicole felt her legs go numb. Her feet were also worn with

blisters, and her muscles ached incessantly.

The downpour stopped just as she followed him to their destination.

The sound of the waves on the surface of the sea was more intense. Wind surged, huge waves beat

against the reefs and scrubbed the beach. The sound of the waves crashing was particularly harsh.

After leaving the jungle, the sand near the sea was soft and wet, making it impossible to lift one's feet.

The man in front of Nicole walked firmly and strongly. Despite running for so long, he did not seem to

have any trace of fatigue.

It seemed like he was accustomed to this environment.

Nathaniel walked past the reef to the leeward side of a hill, then moved a rock that was half his size to

the side.

He called out to the shocked and dumbfounded Nicole before he entered the small cave behind the

rock.

There was a cave here?

Nicole followed him into the small space that could only accommodate two people. The trickling

seawater

flowed down from the gap, unable to pool anywhere.

Nathaniel went sideways through a gap less than 15 inches in diameter.

He called out to her from inside, so Nicole followed his example and shimmied in. The space suddenly

opened up.

There were actually lights here. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The inside was neat, with dry and clean branches all around. The air was a little humid, but it was ten

times better compared to the outside.

Nicole smiled and watched as Nathaniel took out a backpack from a high rock. It was a classic model

of the La Sportiva brand.

She recognized at a glance that it was the same brand as the shoes he was wearing.

Nathaniel took out a men's windbreaker that was a classic model from Scarpa, a very famous outdoor

brand.

Then, he took out a pair of pants from the same collection. Just as he bent down to wear them, he

suddenly seemed to realize something and looked straight at Nicole.

Nicole was staring at him. She was not blushing, nor did her heart race. She just watched him like a

hawk, a s if she was afraid that he would suddenly vanish into thin air.

Nathaniel chuckled helplessly.

"Nikki, if you really wanna watch, I don’t mind..."

Nicole froze before immediately snapping back to her senses. She then hurriedly turned her back on

him.

Her face subconsciously heated up.

"Aren't you thirsty? There are tools beside you. Go get some seawater and come back. I can distill it

into freshwater."

Nathaniel deliberately tried to dispel the awkwardness.

"Okay."

Nicole had not touched freshwater for a long time. She missed tasteless water so much!

She left subconsciously and looked at the "tools” on the rock with slight hesitation.

This was just a container formed by tying a few leaves together.

'Forget it... In a place like this, this is the best I can get!’

Nicole went out gloomily and selected a spot with clean seawater from the crevice on the side.

When she went back, Nathaniel was already dressed, looking tall and lean. He was sitting on a pile of

leaves with one leg curled up as he looked down and carefully fiddled with the tools in his hand.

His head of messy hair was gone, and he had clean and short hair now.

His features were delicate and handsome. Even if he did not clean up much, his deep features under

the light were extraordinarily attractive, especially his bright eyes that seemed to be able to reflect the

Milky Way thousands of miles away.

Nathaniel looked to be around the same age as her.

However, that was not what surprised Nicole.

"You were wearing a wig?"

Nathaniel nodded. "You know what they say. Do as the locals do..."

That was true, but...

The corners of Nicole's mouth twitched. "Who would carry a wig wherever they go?!"

Nathaniel blinked at her and smiled, pure and recklessly.

"I'm an explorer, so of course I came prepared. My social media content specializes in filming and

researching primitive tribes."

"So, you came here on purpose?"

Nathaniel nodded.

"I chose this island at random. It’s the smallest island on the north side of the Atlantic Ocean, so I

originally didn't hold much hope. I really didn't expect there to b e indigenous people here. They're a

genuine primitive tribe."

Nicole watched as he took out a black earphone-sized camera from a leaf on the side. It was extremely

inconspicuous, but considering where they were now, i t was also extremely rare.

"In other words... You have a way to leave this place?"

That was her main point of concern.

Nathaniel pursed his lips and frowned slightly. "Not really..."

"Then how will you go back? Aren't you going back after your research?"

"Well... I didn’t exactly think about that before coming here... My other explorer friend dropped me off

on the island by helicopter. He then went to the South Pole for an expedition, so... I don’t know if he’s

still alive or not..."