Chapter 71 Nowhere to Run

Upon seeing Emelie in her long pants and long–sleeved pure cotton pajamas, William couldn’t help but wonder whom she was guarding against.

But as luck would have it, her tossing and turning during sleep caused the buttons on her pajamas to come undone, revealing a glimpse of her

collarbone.

She

didn’t seem to realize that the more she covered herself up, the more William felt compelled to tear it all off and see what was

As William pondered over something, he returned to his room after finishing his drink.

In the middle of the night, Emelie woke up feeling cold.

underneath.

She realized her blanket had slipped onto the floor. She reached for another thin shirt to put on and covered herself back up with the blanket.

Despite this, when moming arrived, Emelie found herself still feeling groggy

But after completing her moming routine, the foggy sensation in her head began to clear significantly.

As she stepped out of the bathroom, Emelie spotted William already seated in the dining room, enjoying his breakfast

“Mr. Middleton, do we happen to have a first aid kit in the room?” she asked.

She wanted to take some cold medicine just in case.

“No, but you can ask a steward if you need anything.” William replied, glancing up at her. “Feeling seasick?”

Since there wasn’t one available in the room, she didn’t want to hassle a steward, figuring it wasn’t a big deal.

nothing” She shrugged off

for breakfast while William finished eating first. After taking a sip of his coffee, he glanced out the window

blue sea.

you bring your

from her plate, slightly

risky being so far from the shore? This seems

excitement is. There’s nowhere to run,” William remarked cryptically, his words carrying

Long

a beat as she felt a sudden wave

wear whatever. We’re all going jet skiing later,” he

pursed her lips. “But

was intense

“Fine,” Emelie reluctantly agreed.

was usually spot on. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about William suddenly inviting

banquet.

he hadn’t taken her to any business or private events

knew there was likely something more to

opted for a conservative

black, sunproof, waterproof wetsuit layered with a white short–sleeved T–shirt

she was fully covered, the other

strong winds, crashing waves, and accelerating speed, their minimal fabric

was exactly what it took to

excitement and cheers, punctuated by occasional ribald

it could easily seem like a raucous

attire, looking somewhat displeased. But he was busy chatting with some CEOs and didn’t really have time for her. Seeing the coaches around, Emelie wondered if she should approach them to learn how to operate the jet ski Riding a jet ski on the water

Nowhere

sharpness, Emelie struggled to master the art of balancing on the jet ski. Her attempts were in

to prevent herself from

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