My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

867 Chapter 866

The boat was ridiculously small—one good wave and it would've rocked like a toy in a bathtub. And yet, somehow, it stayed steady. Keira had no idea what kind of trick Lewis had pulled, but whatever it was, it worked.

She sat on the deck beside him, helping steer.

The moon cast a pale glow over the dark waves, both cool and intense.

"This ocean feels like it could swallow every last person on Earth," Keira murmured.

It was too deep, too dark.

Like staring into a void.

Lewis chuckled. "It's not scary when you're on this boat. But soon, we might have to ditch it."

Keira narrowed her eyes, nodding. "And what's our cover story?"

He glanced at her, grinning. "Runaway lovers. You caught the eye of a crime boss, and I had no choice but to steal you away. Now we're on the run, drifting in the ocean on this little wreck of a boat. But we won't last long—his men are after us. We'll have to abandon ship and swim to shore. And where do we end up? The South family's island, as two drifters with nowhere else to go."

Keira's mouth twitched. "You can't be serious. I was targeted by some crime boss?"

Lewis smirked. "With your looks? Not surprising. And with mine, convincing you to run away with me instead of him isn't exactly a stretch. Besides—"

ship they'd just left behind. "There he is, right on that

really thought this through, huh?

need to lighten the boat's load. Once we do, the shift in weight will throw us off balance, and a wave will capsize us. Which means,

Keira nodded immediately. "Yeah."

jumped into the ocean, she nearly drowned. Someone had to drag her out. After returning to Clance, she'd spent the past two weeks training—she needed

nodded. "Good. That just leaves

She blinked. "What touch?"

pulled out a gun and shot himself in the

widened in horror. "Lewis,

on the wound as blood seeped through his jeans. Her throat tightened.

in the middle of the ocean—if they didn't treat it fast,

should have a gun, don't

her shirt and wrapped it tightly around his

a crime boss would make us too scared

perfect excuse. I'm fine, Keira. But from now on, we need new

her eyes and huffed. "Fine. Call me

an eyebrow. "Then

"Norma Olsen."

"Solomon Horton."

glance, then burst