Love Beyond the Mask novel Chapter 1136

Hudson was paralyzed with fear, afraid to even touch her. Parisa seemed as fragile as a delicate glass sculpture, and the sight of her broken ribs made his heart ache.

"Hang in there, Parisa. I'm going to have to give you mouth-to-mouth to clear the water from your lungs," Hudson said, his voice a mixture of desperation and determination, as he leaned down towards her beautiful but lifeless face.

He had no idea how many rescue attempts he'd made, but she still showed no signs of waking up.

With one hand on her pressure point, Hudson scanned their surroundings. They were trapped in a glacial pothole, a perilous terrain of caves carved by ancient ice flows, surrounded by a desolate forest.

Hudson's anxiety grew. His phone was lost, cutting him off from his daughter and any hope of calling for help. But Parisa couldn't stay here much longer; she wasn’t waking up...

Gently, Hudson lifted her dislocated arm, preparing to carry her out of there, hoping to find a way back to civilization.

A weak cough broke the silence. Parisa spat out a mouthful of water, and Hudson's heart leaped. He cradled her face with shaking hands, his voice filled with relief and urgency, "Parisa?"

Parisa felt like she was hovering at the brink of the afterlife, a deep male voice pulling her back from the edge. She forced her eyes open, lashes fluttering weakly as light seeped in. A rugged yet handsome face came into focus, eyes like stormy seas, full of concern. "Parisa, you're finally awake!"

She looked at the unfamiliar man, struggling to speak, "Who… are you?"

Though her words were barely coherent, Hudson understood them clearly. The confusion and wariness in her eyes were enough to freeze him in place. With a pained smile, he whispered, "Looks like Whitney was right. You've lost your memory and don’t even remember me. I'm Hudson, Hudson."

Parisa was bewildered, her blood loss leaving her vision glazed, lips turning a deep shade of blue. Her eyes fluttered closed again.

"Stay with me! Parisa, I'm going to carry you out of here. You have to hold on," Hudson insisted, lifting her without hesitation despite the pain in his own torn knee, staggering towards safety.

Just a few paces out, he heard barking, echoing from the trail above. He paused, recognizing the urgency in the dog's bark.