The man's arms were crossed in front of him as he watched her, clearly not intending to let the matter rest.
Summer Sutton now had two choices: either jump off the ship or give in to him.
At this moment, the sound of a wheelchair rolling softly came from the corridor.
Amidst the sound of the sea, the noise was small yet inherently oppressive.
Summer was stunned for a few seconds, her gaze stiffly following the direction from which the person was coming. When she saw the silver mask in the night, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
Like someone finding hope in desperate circumstances, she pushed herself to walk slowly toward the person emerging.
Reaching the man's side, she draped her arms around his neck, a smile tugging at her lips, and suddenly called him, "Husband, you're finally here!"
Her calling him "husband" was very smooth.
Even though Watt Bennet had never actually acknowledged that identity.
