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

while William finished eating first. After taking a sip

blue sea.

your swimsuit?” he

from her

it a bit risky being so far from the shore? This

is. There’s nowhere to run,” William

Long

as she felt a sudden wave

you don’t have a swimsuit, just wear whatever. We’re all going jet

“But I don’t

gaze was intense and penetrating. “Don’t

“Fine,” Emelie reluctantly agreed.

couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about William suddenly inviting her to

banquet.

hadn’t taken her to any business

seemed out of the ordinary, Emelie knew there

opted

wetsuit layered with a white

other women riding jet skis

accelerating speed, their minimal fabric seemed

was exactly what it took to spark the adrenaline–fueled

with screams of excitement and cheers, punctuated by occasional

an outsider, it could easily seem like a raucous

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

Nowhere to

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

relied on the coach’s guidance to prevent herself from

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