Chapter 911
Warren had told her that she would be completely free from Weston‘s grasp in a few hours.
She could finally be free.
Everything was calm on the sea.
It was a good day for sailing.
If nothing went wrong, Weston should have met up with Guinevere by now.
He should‘ve discovered her disappearance half an hour ago, and since the wedding rituals could not be delayed, perhaps they had already stepped into the church, hand in hand.
The wedding hall was on a cliff, and she had been there a few times for rehearsal, but there was no more chance to say the solemn vow.
Stella closed her eyes. She felt sleepy as she listened to the sound of the waves crashing in the wind.
She got little rest last night and had a thick foundation applied to her face to mask the dark circles under her eyes.
The makeup artist previously said that she did not need much makeup, but since the dark circles had to be covered up, she put on some anyway. The only thing was that her hair was tied into a wedding bun to suit the wedding dress, and it looked very awkward with her casual attire.
Later, when she got to the shore, she would meet with someone who would prepare some essential electronic devices for her.
When she got there, she would go straight to Compassvale and rendezvous with Roger before heading to another small city. There, they would hide for a while until Weston‘s anger subsided. When that was over, she could finally live the life she wanted once and for all.,
She leaned against the swaying hull.
It was a long night last night, and she was sleepy. She yawned and waited patiently for time to pass.
Suddenly, there was a squeak coming from the front.
A strange sound was coming from the bow of the boat,
Stella looked up, worried that things might go wrong.
After a while, noisy footsteps approached her and stopped at the cabin door.
The bodyguard accompanying her shouted, ‘‘There is a patrolling fishing boat ahead. We may stop for a while.”
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