Chapter 932
Faye appeared to be severely blind and incapable of making an aesthetic judgment.
His handsome face that would drive women crazy for him was something dangerous and she had to be alert about it.
Faye was extremely clueless in this regard, and definitely not like this woman who was fawning over him.
“Oh, oh. I‘m sorry...”
Angelina snapped back to reality and immediately released her grip. “If you‘re fine, I‘ll be off then.”
She cleared her throat and tried to shift her gaze away, not daring to look at him.
Henry glanced coldly at her and wheeled himself back to the hotel.
Angelina followed behind him but suddenly paused. She didn‘t want him to think she was relentlessly pursuing him.
She couldn‘t help but worry about the man in a wheelchair, and she looked on until he returned safely to the hall before going in another direction to look for Yvonne.
Waves crashed in the tumultuous sea.
Roger finally opened his eyes. Where was he?
A blinding white light shone from above his head. He gradually stirred awake as a voice sounded vaguely in his ear.
“Be careful, don‘t touch his wound.”
Roger winced as he felt a sharp pain in his back.
He sat up, his body covered in sweat. “Where am I? What are you trying to do to me?” A middle–aged man in uniform stood up in the spacious cabin.
He walked slowly toward Roger and said, “You don‘t remember how you got here?”
Roger’s head pounded as he shut his eyes. Fragments of memories started flashing past his eyes. Invitation card, wedding, ship, escaping the wedding... And Stella‘s pale face, her bound hands, and saying her vows before the priest. He threw the covers open and tugged at the tubes attached to his arm. “Where exactly am I? What day is it? I must find my sister!”
“Men! Hold him down!”
The middle–aged man in military gear turned solemn.” Do you know how injured you are right now?”
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