But she couldn't explain this to Ryker; otherwise, he would suspect she had also planted a bug on him and might even guess her true profession—Isabella Weaver's private detective.
"Let's go up, it's almost dawn. How long have you been digging here? Let me see your hand, I saw it bleeding earlier!"
Ryker didn't show her; he picked up the pickaxe, bypassed Zoe, and was about to continue digging coal.
Zoe was so frightened that she hurriedly grabbed his wrist.
Ryker instinctively tried to shake her off but tried twice without success.
He frowned, "I told you not to touch me, are you deaf or just stupid?"
"Neither works!"
Zoe clutched his hand with both of hers, refusing to let him dig coal anymore.
Anyway, let him scold her. She'd use her shameless skills to cling to him!
Perhaps today's matter was partly her responsibility; she couldn't let Ryker exhaust himself to death digging mines here.
Once they were on the ground, she wouldn't bother with him anymore.
