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.

day, he caught a girl

the scene, and she mistook him for a

she hurled the stack of heavy hardcover books she was

mark, leaving him with a

he patiently explained the situation to her instead of

was the start of

books and an uncanny ability to challenge each other

Daxton graduated early and earned a scholarship

Life happened.

by her family and weighed down by her own troubles, lost touch

her what had happened

said, “What a

a yacht trip, but the weather turned

trips like those often involved gambling in international waters, a playground for the

known Daxton to

been aware, he came from modest means

a while, she regained

growled, breaking

She flushed, mortified.

stood up, a small smile

past mealtime, but I can whip up a plate

“Thank you,” Sandra murmured.

He chuckled softly.

to be polite with me.” He paused at

female staff member changed

and generous

nodded, appreciating his

walked over

storm raged on, the wind and waves battering the

sign of

was

at surviving was

once they docked,

of standing against the

to their demands would only

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