This time, the distance was much closer, and Annabelle could see clearly. On the small boat was a round, stout man steering it.
It seemed to be the same boat she had glimpsed earlier from afar. So, had it brought someone over? Could it really be Kendrick?
Her heart pounded wildly.
Afraid of disappointment, Annabelle didn't dare let herself feel too much hope.
Her entire body tensed as she hurried aboard the yacht. She immediately grabbed a crew member and asked where the person from the boat had gone.
The crew member pointed to the upper deck.
Without another word, Annabelle rushed toward the deck, not even daring to ask if it was truly Kendrick.
Barefoot, she ran through the long corridor. The reflective glass along the hallway showed her disheveled reflection. Her wet hair clung t
