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.

good. It’s nothing” She

finished eating first. After taking a sip of his coffee,

blue sea.

your

from her

swim? Isn’t it a bit risky being so

There’s nowhere to

Long

as she felt a sudden wave

whatever. We’re all

lips. “But I don’t know

gaze was intense and penetrating. “Don’t ruin

“Fine,” Emelie reluctantly agreed.

feeling that something was off

banquet.

to any business or private events for almost half a

of the ordinary, Emelie knew there was likely something more to it, and she

she opted for a

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

other

embraced the strong winds, crashing waves, and accelerating speed, their minimal fabric seemed on the verge of

was exactly what it took to spark the adrenaline–fueled

of excitement and

an outsider, it could easily seem like a

for her. Seeing the coaches around, Emelie wondered if she should approach them to learn

Nowhere to

master the art of balancing on the jet ski. Her attempts were

guidance to prevent herself from tumbling into the

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