Five minutes later, Seth was on a speedboat heading for Palm Breeze Island.
The sun dipped below the horizon, the last ray of light vanishing into the sea.
But the sky didn't immediately plunge into darkness; instead, it was painted with a breathtaking afterglow.
It was a moment of supreme beauty.
As the yacht Noreen was on passed Nightingale Isle, she happened to be on deck and casually snapped a photo to send to Claire.
Claire replied, "It really does look like a bird. But I doubt anyone would guess Nightingale from the letters NG."
Noreen looked again and realized it was true.
On the bridge connecting the two parts of the island, there was a sculpture made of pure white sand.
NG.
Nightingale?
For some reason, Noreen's heart skipped a beat.
NG. Also… Noreen Gilmore.
She then shook her head and chuckled at the ridiculous thought that had just crossed her mind.
Claire messaged her, "Are you going back to Rivercrest City or straight to Glenhaven City?"
"Straight to Glenhaven. Katy should already be there by now. I'll meet her there."
"Okay, be safe. Message me when you land."
Meanwhile, the speedboat carrying Seth was rapidly approaching Palm Breeze Island, his face etched with an unprecedented urgency.
Only Jude glanced back at Nightingale Isle and finally voiced the question that had been nagging at him for a long time. "Seth, why did you name the island Nightingale Isle?"
It seemed a bit strange.
Seth, as usual, didn't answer.
It was possible his mind was so focused on Noreen that he hadn't even heard the question.
It was Jude himself who saw the sculpture and had a sudden realization.
So, Nightingale Isle was actually… Noreen's Island?
By the same logic, every project he named was a reference to Noreen?
Which meant that whenever he had to name something, his mind was completely filled with her.
Having uncovered this truth, Jude was suddenly at a loss for words.
She added with a teasing smile, "You just missed her. She left a little while ago."
Seth immediately turned around. "To the nearest airport!"
Jude, who had just caught up, panting, didn't even have a chance to catch his breath before Seth was dragging him away again.
He swore to himself he would never befriend a hopeless romantic again.
As soon as Seth was gone, Claire messaged Noreen. "Hey, sweetie, have you boarded yet?"
"Boarding in half an hour," Noreen replied, then asked, "What's up?"
Claire did some quick mental math and figured Seth wouldn't make it in time.
She smiled and typed, "Nothing, just have a safe flight."
That jerk wanted to see Noreen?
Not a chance. She'd slam the door and lock the windows on him.
The moment Seth arrived, he made a beeline for the gate.
But no matter how hard he hurried, he was too late—an airport staffer told him the plane had taken off five minutes earlier.

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