Bumpkin's Rich Handsome Husband

Chapter 695

It was a black woolen coat. Instead of refusing it, Veronica took it and put it on before heading toward the deck as a worried Destiny followed suit.

After they walked for more than ten feet, Veronica suddenly halted and looked back with a frigid expression. "Why are you following me? Think I might jump into the freezing water and swim to Castron?"

The corner of Destiny's lips twitched as she did think of that possibility.

"Don't worry about it. I don't wanna go to the hidden clan, but I don't wanna die either."

The ocean temperature varied during the day and night; it could dip below zero degrees at night. Furthermore, forget about losing one's way in the sea, one might not be able to survive until the next day in the sea.

Still, Destiny was worried that Veronica might steal the kayak for her escape. Without saying much, Veronica turned around and continued her way to the deck. She covered her body with her clothes as the chilly sea breeze brushed her face. She figured that the cold temperature was almost the same as the sea.

chill bit the bones and sent

lamenting about Crayson and the gang's wealth. This

That surreal love reminded her of Matthew, whom she wished she could

against the railing to stare at the starry, somber sky. Besides the night breeze, the

was feeling lucky for not suffering from seasickness. Otherwise, she would

her. "It's cold outside. Let's head downstairs. You might catch

a glimpse at him. Thanks to the lights on the deck, she could clearly see his face. Years of life vicissitudes drew wrinkles on his countenance, making him

curious about. Master Crayson, if I still insist on leaving the hidden clan after spending some time there, will

fear of

starving. I'm craving your chicken

would have training and hunting in the mountains.

it, he would fill the wraps with the meat