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Love You Again When the Snow Returns

Once the golden couple of their high school, Natalie Underwood and Damian Abbott shared a bond that seemed unbreakable. However, Natalie shattered their marriage vow by leaving Damian for a wealthy scion. During a desperate pursuit to win her back, Damian suffered a catastrophic car accident. Despite his critical injuries and need for a kidney transplant, Natalie ignored his dying pleas. Now a powerful man, Damian's once-profound love has curdled into a relentless, burning hatred.
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Chapter 6

This time, however, Damian didn't go berserk. He just watched Natalie laugh coldly as his eyes gradually reddened.

Then, he shook her off and left without a backward glance.

A few days later, Damian went to Snowpeak Hills for business. Natalie hadn't known about it at first, since he never usually told her where he was going. She only learned about it after hearing the maids whispering to each other.

"I heard that Mr. Abbott went to Snowpeak Hills for business and got caught in an avalanche on his way back. We haven't heard back from him since!"

"Is that for real? Then, what are we supposed to do? I heard that it was snowing very badly at Snowpeak Hills this year. Wouldn't an avalanche mean that his chance of survival is very slim?"

"It's for real! I overheard Ms. Garcia talking to Mr. Abbott's secretary, Terrence Dudley, about it on the phone. They've already sent rescuers to find him, but it's still snowing very heavily on the mountains, and the rescue team doesn't dare to head in. We don't even know if they'll even be able to find Mr. Abbott!"

Natalie felt herself stiffen at that. She felt as though someone had just poured a bucket of icy-cold water over her head. She shakily unlocked her phone and went online to check the news.

Just like the maids said, the first news report she read was that a massive avalanche had happened at Snowpeak Hills, and the CEO of Abbott Group was still missing.

Natalie had never felt this afraid in her life. She was so frightened that she couldn't even hold her phone steady, and it dropped to the floor with a thud.

A million images flashed before her eyes, and her face instantly turned pale.

It couldn't be. She couldn't let anything happen to Damian.

Natalie hurriedly got up, found her coat and scarf, and put them on before rushing out of the mansion.

When she arrived at the foot of Snowpeak Hills, she saw that the rescue team was trapped by the blizzard there and didn't dare to proceed up the mountain.

She rushed to the front of the crowd of people resolutely, grabbed a snowmobile, and was just about to start the engine when someone stopped her.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed? The blizzard is too heavy, and the visibility is far too low! You won't be able to save anyone, and you might not even make it back down alive!

"The only thing we can do now is to wait for the blizzard to stop before going in to rescue anyone."

Natalie gritted her teeth and shoved the person aside. She said, "Leave me alone. I will make sure I bring him back safe and sound."

Just as she was done saying that, she revved the engine and shot forward into the white abyss.

The blizzard was even worse uphill than it was at the foot of the mountain. Despite wearing thick winter clothing, Natalie still couldn't help shivering hard from the cold.

The entire mountain was covered in white, and finding Damian seemed like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Still, she wouldn't stop calling out his name in the snow.

"Damian! Damian Abbott! Where are you?"

The blizzard drowned out her voice. Her throat was hoarse from all the shouting, but she didn't give up and called out his name relentlessly.

An hour later, she finally spotted Damian under a tree.

She immediately rushed up to him like a madwoman and took off her hat and scarf before putting them on him. At that point, Damian had already passed out from the cold, and his face was as cold as ice.

Natalie couldn't stop crying as she dragged him back onto her snowmobile.

"You'll be fine, Damian. You'll be alright. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

On the way back, Natalie's leg was stabbed by a branch hidden in the snow, but she didn't even seem to register the pain. There was only one thing on her mind, and it was to safely bring Damian back to the foot of the mountain.

She drove the snowmobile for three hours before finally reaching the foot where the rescue team was.

The rescuers were all shocked to see both Natalie and Damian returning in the snow and hurriedly rushed up to them.

They never thought that a woman like Natalie would have enough strength and courage to brave the harsh weather conditions on the mountain to bring Damian back to safety.

When she saw the crowd rushing toward them, Natalie glanced back at Damian one last time before finally passing out in relief.

She didn't know how long she stayed unconscious before waking up again.

Damian was long gone from the hospital by then. Natalie then quickly tidied herself up and got herself discharged from the hospital.

It wasn't until she finally got home that she realized Cheryl had long brought Damian back home. Meanwhile, Cheryl had also claimed credit for braving the snow and saving him from the blizzard.

When Natalie saw that Damian was safe and sound, she said nothing and simply turned around to go upstairs.

Behind her, Damian saw that Natalie didn't seem the least bit concerned about him, so he called out to her coldly.

"Are you seriously going to be that cold-blooded, Natalie Underwood?"

Natalie shivered slightly. However, she didn't reply and continued up the stairs.

There was no need for her to explain anything anymore anyway. She would just let him continue hating her like this.

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