The Compass to His HeartChapter 1
Third Person's POV
Halle Dolton had chased after Terence Bacchus for three years, only to end up tying a love knot for him and someone else.
The first time they met, the winds were fierce in Tanzania. He saved her from a poacher’s gun. She treated his gunshot wound.
“Don’t be scared, I’m the leader of Wildlife Conservation Team A,” he said.
“Don’t worry, I’m Halle Dolton, a doctor sent from Washington to aid Tanzania,” she replied.
Those were the first words they exchanged.
But the dream of love Halle had built was shattered by Terence himself.
Tired of chasing someone who didn’t care, she decided to let go. Yet after she left Tanzania, abandoning everything he had given her, he became the one unwilling to let go.
“It turns out the one who couldn’t live without the other… was me,” Terence murmured.
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“Captain Howell, I want to apply for a transfer back to Washington,” Halle said.
The head leader, Cedric Howell, looked surprised. “Halle, have you talked to Captain Bacchus about this? You’re part of Team A, and he’s your direct supervisor. You’ll need his approval to leave.”
Would Terence disagree? Halle wasn’t so sure.
She turned her gaze to Terence, who lay unconscious in the hallway, hooked up to a blood transfusion. Seeing his sorry state, her expression turned solemn.
Half an hour earlier, Halle had faced the most critical situation of her time in Tanzania. Terence had just returned from a mission chasing poachers in the wilderness at an altitude of over 4,600 meters. He had been shot multiple times, with deep wounds across his shoulder and back, bleeding profusely. Now, he was unconscious.
However, aside from him, another person was carried back, too—Darlene Benson, the deputy leader of Zone A. She had been shot in the leg, her face pale from blood loss, and she was trembling from shock.
When Terence had regained consciousness and saw the latter, his trembling hand immediately grabbed Halle’s arm, leaving streaks of blood on her white coat.
“Take my blood for her,” he muttered weakly.
He was insane. His injuries were far worse than Darlene’s. If they drew blood from him now, he might not survive.
On that note, Halle firmly refused, “We can't do that.”
Unwilling to give up, Terence had turned to the medical staff nearby to insist on his request. As Halle did, they also frowned at him and tried to dissuade him, but he wouldn’t listen.