Chapter 259 Sandra’s tightly wound nerves finally gave way, and tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable and unrelenting.

She wasn’t sure if it was fear, relief, or heartbreak, but the dam inside her had burst, and no matter how much she tried to hold it in, the tears kept coming.

Daxton Garcia sat down beside her, his hand hovering for a moment before he gently rested it on her shoulder.

His voice was soft, comforting.

“It’s okay now.

I’m here.”

Those simple words broke her even more, and her sobs turned louder, rawer.

Hugging her knees tightly to her chest, Sandra buried her face and cried, her body trembling with the weight of emotions she had held back for far too long.

She had always been lucky—someone had always come to save her when she needed it most.

But it had never been Elijah.

No matter how much she told herself not to expect anything from him, in moments of danger, his face was the one she instinctively thought of.

And every time, she was left disappointed.

Eventually, the faint spark of hope she harbored deep in her heart dimmed, then died entirely, leaving only darkness in its wake.

As Sandra cried, Daxton sat silently by her side, his presence steady and unyielding, like an anchor in a storm.

After what felt like an eternity, her sobs quieted.

Embarrassed, she wiped her face and looked up at him.

“I’m sorry for making such a scene.”

Daxton handed her a tissue, his smile kind and unassuming.

“It’s nothing.”

Daxton had been a junior in college when she was a freshman.

caught a girl stealing

saw the scene, and she mistook him

heavy hardcover books she was

mark, leaving

patiently explained the situation to her

the start of an

discovered a shared love for books and an uncanny ability to

Daxton graduated early and earned a scholarship to

Life happened.

pressured by her family and weighed down by her

what had happened to bring her to this

simply said, “What a

on a yacht trip, but the weather turned bad, so we had to dock

those often involved gambling in international waters, a

Daxton

from modest means and had relied on

a while, she

growled, breaking

She flushed, mortified.

stood up, a small smile

mealtime, but I can whip up a

“Thank you,” Sandra murmured.

He chuckled softly.

you there’s no need to be polite with

staff member changed your clothes

generous as

appreciating his

left, she walked over to

storm raged on, the wind and

yacht held steady, the only sign of the turbulence outside being the

truly was a

at

knew that once they docked, her troubles

chance of standing against the

their demands would only embolden

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