Summer Sutton actually really had to thank the owner of this cruise for choosing to travel by sea for this trip abroad.
Without further hesitation, she put down the orange in her hand, walked out of the room, and took a lap around the cruise ship.
She just wanted to take a look around, and when she walked to the deck, she unexpectedly found the man who saved her was also there.
The man stood with his back to her at the railing, basking in the sunlight, with intricate shadows playing across his finely chiseled profile, creating a scene as captivating as a painting.
Summer Sutton still couldn't fully see his face; each time she could only glimpse a vague contour of his features.
Summer stood not far away, quietly gazing at him for a moment.
Given the current situation, she obviously couldn't return to her homeland, and could only temporarily follow him.
But, Summer Sutton didn't know whether he would agree.
After all, didn't the maid say?
