Third person's POV
"Don't bite. It hurts," the words echoed in Tabitha's mind, bringing back a memory from the past.
When she first started her relationship with Derek, she had no sex experience.
At that time, she found it extremely embarrassing to make any noise during their moments of intimacy, so she would always tightly bite her lips, refusing to let out a sound.
It was on an unforgettable day when the man gently turned her chin, whispering these words into her ear.
Tabitha vividly remembered that night as one filled with passion and madness.
At this moment, she was completely unaware of how enticing she appeared.
Her eyes covered with a silver scarf, the man slowly lifted her chin, forcing her to raise her head, revealing her long, swan-like neck.
Her once neat dress slipped from her shoulders, exposing arms as white as snow and sexy, charming collarbones, with fine glitter on her skin twinkling a mysterious light in the dim night.
The light skirt floated on the water, like a flower about to bloom brilliantly, exuding an irresistible charm.
Derek leaned down and kissed the lips he had longed for day and night.
Tabitha's first reaction was to resist. After all, he was sober this time. How could he... She reached out to push him, her hand touching his chest, feeling the hot temperature through his shirt, which also made her palm scorch.
Why did his kiss feel so much like Derek's?
She had never kissed any other man and thought that kissing anyone would feel the same, which was why she had this illusion, right?
Her thoughts were increasingly chaotic, and she could no longer care to explore the reasons. Her body was driven by instinct alone.
At this moment, the only person Tabitha thought about was him.
In stark contrast to the cozy atmosphere in the bathroom, the ship was about to face its first major crisis since its opening.
After the auction, Matilda returned to her room with a face full of anger, and without saying a word, she smashed all the coffee utensils on the table.
"Matilda, why are you so angry? We should be happy. Three hundred and forty million! It's such a huge order. The boss will definitely give us a generous reward!"
Matilda picked up a coffee cup and smashed it at the man's feet, shouting angrily, "Shut up! I sent you to investigate someone, and you can't find any information. Can an ordinary person easily take out three billion?"
"Matilda, I have checked, and the information about that man named Wilmot has been shown to you. He is just a poor worker who used to do water distribution in casinos and has been a thug, growing up in remote villages."
"Impossible!" Matilda firmly denied it.
The man's temperament was definitely not what an ordinary gangster should have. Even with a mask, it was hard to cover up his innate nobility.
This was clearly a rich young master born with a silver spoon, not a thug.
"That might be a false identity, and we don't have the ability to figure it out immediately. Calm down, but it's just a man. If this method doesn't work, isn't there another way? Don't forget, we are on the ship, our territory. Can we let him act recklessly?"
Matilda folded her arms across her chest, staring at him coldly, asking, "So, what do you suggest I do to soothe my anger?"
"It's simple, just..."
His voice had not yet fallen when the roar of propellers came from above their heads.
"Helicopters? Where did the helicopters come from in this vast sea?" Matilda felt a wave of unease in her heart.
She didn't care about other things anymore, hurriedly pushed open the door, and ran to the deck. She saw the flashing lights of helicopters in the sky.
"One, two, three..."
There were dozens of helicopters hovering over the vast sea at the same time. This was an unprecedented scene, and Matilda was panicked and her hands and feet became cold.
"Where did these helicopters come from?"
"Are they coming for us?"
With a loud "bang," their room door was kicked open.