“Ahem!” Someone pretended to cough to distract the intimacy that had gone deeper on the sofa.
Disturbed from following his sexual urge, Bill stopped and turned his head to the owner of the voice.
“Do you want to die?” With looks that could kill, Bill said.
“I’m sorry. I just woke up from the other room. Where’s everybody?” Trishia pretentiously asked. She purposely hid in the other room when another yacht came to pick up the guests and brought them back to the island. She didn’t want to go back without Bill let alone with Arabella. When she sneaked out, she saw the naive Arabella wandering the place like she was looking for someone. She carefully tailed her with a sharp knife hidden on her back. Since they were the only people left on the yacht and in the middle of the ocean, Trishia had found the right timing to make Arabella vanish in her and Bill’s life.
