Chapter 839

　　Derek packed up the fish they caught last night, which would serve as provisions for the next stop. 　　With their gear sorted, Derek stood at the cave entrance, backpack on, casting a glance back as if reluctant to leave. 　　Tabitha, ahead, said coldly, "Aren't we going?" 　　Derek snapped back, "Let's go." 　　He knew he'd never forget this place. 　　On the second night, with no shelter in sight, Derek made do with a vine-woven hammock. The two squeezed into a sleeping bag, gazing up at the star-filled sky—an experience entirely new to both. 　　"Tabitha, I've realized this is the life I truly want," Derek said. 　　He was tired of his chaotic past and craved a more intimate, peaceful life. 　　But Tabitha stayed silent; this wasn't what she wanted. 　　For Derek, just being able to hold her was enough. 　　He kissed her forehead. "No more fuss tonight. Sleep, honey." 　　Tabitha was a treasure he'd worked hard to regain, and he vowed never to hurt her again. 　　The journey ahead was smooth. Derek noti