Ouch, that hurts!

Sophia was always the pampered princess, not used to breaking a sweat without the luxury of immediate refreshment. As the sweat poured down her face without a drop of water to drink, her body was hitting its limits, and her consciousness began to blur.

Seeing Sophia leaning against a tree trunk, looking like she was about to give up, Tom's heart softened. He picked up a coconut, cracked it open, and brought it over to her.

"Here, drink this."

At that moment, Sophia was nearly fainting. Seeing the coconut suddenly appear before her was like a drowning person clutching at a lifeline. Forget about maintaining her usual poise—she grabbed it and guzzled it down like there was no tomorrow.

In the blink of an eye, the coconut was empty.

After drinking the coconut water, Sophia visibly perked up.

"Thank you."

After a moment's hesitation, she managed to thank Tom.

"No need for thanks, just remember—you owe me two hundred bucks."

With that, Tom dropped the remark and went back to lie down under his own tree.

Although Sophia had always been rather cold to him back at the company, Tom wasn't the type to just watch someone suffer from thirst.

Watching Tom snoozing under the shade of the tree, Sophia's opinion of him began to shift.

She had always seen Tom as a bit of a country bumpkin, a nobody, and she and her friends would mock him, saying he was delusional for thinking he could win her over. But today's encounter showed her that her previous view of Tom was quite one-sided. Overall, Tom was actually a decent guy. Otherwise, he could have taken advantage of the situation.

"I'll definitely repay you once we're rescued, as long as you keep your promise," Sophia resolved silently to herself.

Tom, lying there, had no idea about the change in Sophia's thoughts, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

After all, they were stranded on a deserted island in the middle of the Pacific, with no guarantee of rescue.

Tom was an optimist by nature. What's done is done, he thought. Accept it, deal with it without too much fuss or resistance. Right now, his plan was to rest up and gather strength, so he'd be ready to collect whatever supplies he could find.

Hours passed in a flash.

Tom opened his eyes and checked his watch—it was already three in the afternoon.

Yawning and stretching, Tom got up from the ground.

"Tom, where are you going?" Sophia quickly got up and asked as she saw him rise.

"Going to look for supplies, what else? You think we're just going to sit here and wait to die?" Tom rolled his eyes and started walking along the beach.

Sophia felt a sting from his words but didn't dare to retort, silently following behind him.

On the beach, Tom found quite a few things washed up by the waves—suitcases, airplane wreckage, and even some bodies that had drifted ashore!

The bodies, both men and women, were bloated from being in the water. Sophia couldn't bring herself to get close, but Tom had no such qualms. He searched them thoroughly, stripping off anything useful.

"You're taking stuff from the dead? Doesn't that gross you out?" Sophia couldn't help but ask.

"As long as it helps me survive, why should I care if it belonged to a dead person?" Tom replied coolly. He had no superstitions,staying alive was his priority, and he was determined to gather any useful materials he could find.

Even though Sophia knew Tom was right, she still found it hard to accept emotionally.

As for Tom, he didn't waste any more time chatting with Sophia and continued scavenging for the essentials.

Soon, he had searched through the bodies.

Initially, he considered digging a grave to give them a proper burial, but after a few futile attempts with a stick, he gave up. It was just too much effort.

Given that they were on a deserted island, with unknown dangers possibly lurking—wild animals or worse—it was crucial to stay in top form. Getting caught off guard by a wild beast was not an option.

In the end, Tom opted for the simplest solution—a burial at sea. He pushed the bodies into the ocean, letting them drift away with the waves.

Next, Tom smashed open a suitcase with a rock. Inside, there were clothes—both men's and women's designer brands—along with a couple of books and some toiletries.

Without hesitation, Tom hauled all these items back to their makeshift camp.

As the day began to fade, Tom started collecting shellfish along the beach, planning them for dinner.

His luck held up,he also found a stranded fish and two crabs.

"Help, please help me." Just as Tom was about to head back the way he came with his finds, a cry for help reached his ears.

Following the sound, Tom spotted a girl leaning against a tree. It was the glamorous woman from the plane, the one he'd exchanged a few words with!

"Tom, look, there's another survivor!" Sophia seemed even more excited than Tom at the sight of the woman.

"I'm not blind," Tom muttered, rolling his eyes as he quickly approached the woman.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"I've twisted my ankle and can't walk. Can you help me?" the woman asked pitifully.

"I know a bit about setting bones. Let me take a look."

Tom set the seafood down and reached for the woman's foot.

This woman was stunning, a real knockout, just like Sophia. In fact, by Tom's standards, this mature beauty was even more appealing than Sophia.

Now, Tom's hands were on the woman's foot.

Her foot was small and delicate, with skin as white and smooth as alabaster, soft to the touch.

Not just for those with a foot fetish, even Tom himself thought he could admire these feet for a year!

Moreover, there was a faint scent about her that made Tom want to bury his head in her bosom.

"Tom, are you treating her or taking advantage of her?"

Sophia's voice rang out again.

"Of course, I'm treating her. Keep quiet."

Caught in the act, Tom replied with feigned dignity, then gently pressed on the swollen area of the woman's ankle.

"Ouch," the woman immediately winced.

"Your ankle bone is out of place. I need to set it right, and it might hurt a bit, so just bear with me," Tom said seriously to the glamorous woman.

He had actually learned some basic bone-setting techniques from family physicians back in his rural hometown, so he wasn't bluffing.

"Okay, go ahead," the woman agreed, knowing she needed to fix her foot if she wanted to walk again.

"I'll count to three, and on three, I'll set the bone," Tom continued.

"Alright," the woman nodded.

"One, two...snap!"

"Ah!"

Tom didn't even wait for three,he quickly adjusted her dislocated ankle back into place.

At the same time, the woman let out a scream of pain.

"How does it feel now? Better?" Tom asked after he had finished setting the bone.

"Uh, it actually doesn't hurt as much as before," the woman said, pressing gently on the previously injured area, somewhat surprised.

Like Sophia, she had initially thought Tom was just pretending to be a doctor to take advantage of her, but it turned out he really knew what he was doing.

"I'll give you a massage to help further, and you should be able to walk on it soon," Tom said, and began massaging her foot using the techniques he had learned.

He couldn't deny enjoying the feel of her exquisite feet, and he massaged them without any reluctance.

A few minutes later, Tom reluctantly let go.

"Try standing up and walking a few steps," he suggested.

The woman stood up tentatively and took a few steps forward.

"Wow, it's a miracle, I really don't feel any pain now!"

"Nice job, Tom. I didn't know you were actually skilled," Sophia said, looking at Tom with newfound respect.

"Heh, the bone-setting technique I learned from a master back in the day is a closely guarded secret. You thought I was joking, huh? But you should avoid strenuous activity for a couple of days to fully recover," Tom replied with a proud grin.

"Thank you, handsome. I don't know what I would have done without you," the woman said gratefully.

She was well aware that being stranded on a deserted island with an injured foot could have been extremely dangerous if not for Tom's help.

"No need to thank me, it was nothing," Tom said nonchalantly, waving off any notion of heroism.

"By the way, my name is Olivia. Hey, handsome! What's your name?" Olivia extended her hand in friendship, smiling warmly.

Her attitude towards Tom had completely changed from their interaction on the plane,there was no trace of the previous disdain in her eyes.

"I'm Tom," he replied, shaking her hand.

"Olivia, nice to meet you. I'm Sophia," Sophia quickly introduced herself as well.

"Nice to meet you too," Olivia responded with a smile.

After chatting briefly, Olivia and Sophia quickly became as close as sisters. This was not only because their personalities meshed well, but also because they were the only two women on the island. Although Tom had been a perfect gentleman, sticking together felt safer for them.

"It's getting late,we should head back," Tom said, noticing the sun setting.

"Okay," Sophia and Olivia agreed without any objections, and followed Tom back to the camp.

The matches, which had been soaked and then dried out in the sun, were just about usable. Tom had Sophia and Olivia gather some dry wood to start a bonfire. Once they had a good bed of coals, they began to grill the shellfish and the fish.

This time, Tom didn't skimp,he divided the food equally among the three of them, and each person also got a coconut.

The seafood, cooked over the charcoal, might not have looked very appetizing, but under the circumstances, having anything to eat was a blessing, and no one was about to complain.

Sophia and Tom didn't eat much, just some seafood and coconuts, which was enough to fill them up. Tom, however, just managed to curb his hunger a bit and ended up drinking a couple more coconuts to stave off the hunger.

After they had their fill, Sophia couldn't help but scratch her tangled hair.

"Olivia, I feel so grimy, I really need a shower. Wanna come?" Sophia asked, looking at Olivia.

Being a wealthy heiress, she really couldn't stand feeling all dirty. "I was just about to suggest we go for a shower together."

Olivia felt sticky too and was definitely in for a refreshing shower, so naturally, they were on the same page.

"Tom, Olivia and I are going to shower, and you better not peek!" Sophia turned to Tom and warned.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't stoop to that," Tom replied with a righteous tone, though he secretly thought to himself, 'Not now, but there will be other chances.'

"Just wait here for us, and no peeking, okay?" Olivia also reminded Tom, before she and Sophia headed off towards the distant beach.

Tom sat by the campfire alone for a while, his mind inevitably conjuring up steamy images of Olivia and Sophia frolicking naked in the sea. His blood started to heat up.

"Should I go take a look?"

"No, I need to be a gentleman, I can't do something like that!"

The thought of the two stunning beauties bathing together at the beach was a rare and tempting sight, and missing it felt like a huge loss. Yet, if Tom went through with it, he'd feel utterly shameful, not fitting the image of the gentleman he aspired to be. This left him wrestling with his conscience.

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