HappyNovelChapter 543 "I just saw Ms. Fielding heading into Mr. Silverstein's suite..." "Are you sure? Did you really see her?" "As sure as I am standing here. She walked in clear as day-and Mr. Silverstein was already back in his room." Elodie's limbs felt like lead, her head throbbing with each heartbeat. Still, she forced herself to focus, catching every word of their conversation.
But she had no energy to care about any of it.
That was their business, not hers.
She could barely hold herself together as it was.
Mustering what little strength she had left, Elodie made her way to her room. She glanced up at the brass-plated number on the door, double-checked it, then slipped inside and shut the door behind her. Half-blind in the darkness, she staggered across the plush carpet, fumbling her way to the bed.
She collapsed face-first onto the covers.
Downstairs, the party raged on.
Those who could still keep up were playing and drinking well into the night. Plenty of others had already given up, retiring to their rooms before midnight.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWatts had no interest in joining the games. He stood alone on the deck, leaning over the railing, a glass of whiskey warming his hand.
Before long, Patricia sauntered over, swirling her own drink. She flashed him a bright, teasing smile. "Still out here by yourself?" Watts shot her a glance. "What of it?" Patricia cocked her head, eyes glinting. "Aren't you going to check on Elodie?" This time, Watts didn't bother replying. He just stared out into the darkness, oping his drink.
Patricia watched him for a moment, then her lips curved in a sly little smirk. "Room 6103. I just made things easier for you. Don't say I never did you any favors-now it's up to you to make the most of it." That finally got Watts' attention. He frowned at her. "What are you playing at?" She cradled her chin in her hand, laughing softly. "Take a guess." With that, Patricia turned her gaze back toward the table where Elodie had been sitting earlier. Her eyes lingered on the wine glass left behind.
Watts followed her line of sight.
After a long, tense pause, his whole demeanor shifted, eyes sharpening. "Patricia, what did you do?" "Nothing much... Just a custom cocktail, something with a bit of a kick. You know, the sort that loosens people up," Patricia said, utterly nonchalant. She didn't elaborate on the ingredients.
But that casual admission was enough. Watts' stare hardened. "Patricia, you need to know when to stop." He didn't wait for her to answer.
Watts tossed his drink aside and strode off, not even looking back, tearing up the stairs two at a ttoward the sixth floor.
He had to find Elodie.
Patricia watched him go, her upturned eyes shimmering with mischief. Only after a long while did she turn away and take a delicate sip of her drink.
These things... Well, between men and women, a little risk just makes it more interesting. Why not? Someone called her nfrom across the room. Patricia's expression didn't change; she ran a finger along the rim of her glass, let out a soft laugh, and sauntered away.
Waves crashed in endless rhythm against the hull.
People drifted through the corridors, restless and uneasy, the party's echoes washing over everything, ebbing and flowing in the night.
I.ne When Elodie finally managed to pry her eyes open, the horizon outside her window blurred into a single line where sea met sky. Damp air pressed in from all sides. Maybe it was the unfamiliar setting, maybe the night's excess, but she couldn't shake the strange, uncomfortable heaviness in her body.
She tried to move, a sharp pain stabbing at her temple.
Every muscle felt limp and powerless.
Elodie lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling light for a long, dazed moment.
Her mind was a fog.
Eventually, she turned her head to the side.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe other half of the bed was empty.
She stared at that vacant space for a while, her expression unreadablen Then, with quiet determination, she pushed aside her thoughts, sat up, and swung her feet to the floor. As she pulled back the sheets, she finally noticed what she was wearing.
Not the dress she'd boarded the yacht in, but a set of luxurious pajamas clearly provided by the ship's staff. Elodie sat there for a long time, unmoving, lost in thoughts she couldn't quite name. Then, as if nothing at all had happened, she got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Once she'd put herself together, Elodie left the room.
m She didn't look back, didn't care to see where she'd been on what she' he'd been might have missed. She walked quietly down the corridor, eyes lowered, lost in her own thoughts.
She didn't snap out of it until she reached the elevator.
Someone spoke up beside her. "Morning."
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