Faye appeared to be severely blind and incapable of making an aesthetic judgment.
His handsome face that would drive women crazy for him was something dangerous and she had to be
alert about it.
Faye was extremely clueless in this regard, and definitely not like this woman who was fawning over
him.
“Oh, oh. I‘m sorry...”
Angelina snapped back to reality and immediately released her grip. “If you‘re fine, I‘ll be off then.”
She cleared her throat and tried to shift her gaze away, not daring to look at him.
Henry glanced coldly at her and wheeled himself back to the hotel.
Angelina followed behind him but suddenly paused. She didn‘t want him to think she was relentlessly
pursuing him.
She couldn‘t help but worry about the man in a wheelchair, and she looked on until he returned safely to
the hall before going in another direction to look for Yvonne.
Waves crashed in the tumultuous sea.
Roger finally opened his eyes. Where was he?
A blinding white light shone from above his head. He gradually stirred awake as a voice sounded
vaguely in his ear.
“Be careful, don‘t touch his wound.”
Roger winced as he felt a sharp pain in his back.
He sat up, his body covered in sweat. “Where am I? What are you trying to do to me?” A middle–aged
man in uniform stood up in the spacious cabin.
He walked slowly toward Roger and said, “You don‘t remember how you got here?”
Roger’s head pounded as he shut his eyes. Fragments of memories started flashing past his eyes.
Invitation card, wedding, ship, escaping the wedding... And Stella‘s pale face, her bound hands, and
saying her vows before the priest. He threw the covers open and tugged at the tubes attached to his
arm. “Where exactly am I? What day is it? I must find my sister!”
“Men! Hold him down!”
The middle–aged man in military gear turned solemn.” Do you know how injured you are right now?”
“Let me go!”
Roger struggled with all his might. “I must find her. I must bring her away!”
The sight of Roger going insane made the man‘s face turn cold as he hit the back of his neck with the
side of his palm.
Everything turned black as Roger fainted.
“Inject whoever needs an injection, treat whoever needs treatment. Hurry!”
“Yes, Chief!”
The middle–aged man looked at Roger, unconscious, with a serious look on his face. “Consider yourself
lucky to have met me. If that bunch of pirates were to have seen me, you‘d bear the consequences!”
At the hotel, Stella wanted to take the heavy gown off.
She looked at Weston. “Can we release the cuffs now?”
Weston looked at her without replying to her.
Stella went on, “I want to take a bath.”
He sauntered to her and lifted his hands as if intending to take off her clothes for her.
Stella instinctively backed away. “Are you going to bathe me?”
“Why not?”
Weston remained unmoving. “Mrs. Ford, it‘s officially legal for me to give you a bath.”
A moment later, Stella stood up again.
She stood there obediently waiting for him to take her clothes off.
It was then that a phone started ringing.
It was Weston‘s phone.
The knot in between Stella‘s brows relaxed. “Pick up the call first.”
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