At night, the sea breeze gently blew, making the cabin feel particularly peaceful, save for the sound of footsteps echoing. As the door closed, at the other end of the corridor, a tall figure emerged from a room and headed towards a specific room. The person hesitated for a moment in front of the door but finally knocked on it.
"Knock knock—" The sound of knocking was not loud, but it echoed in the corridor.
The door opened, and a stream of light shone through the gap, illuminating the tall figure waiting in the corridor.
"Who is it?" Cherish Turner asked softly, curious who would be knocking at her door this late. However, her heart seemed to know the answer, feeling excited and beating fast.
But before she could see clearly who was at the door, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pushing her into the room. The force was so great that it frightened her.
William Griffith, without a word, arrogantly held her hand, restraining her.
