The sea breeze was strong at night.
Sophia felt a bit seasick, and Miya Ford got up at night to give Sophia seasickness medicine, worried almost all night long.
She wasn't in the mood for breakfast, resentful towards Bloomington, standing on the deck, her back facing him.
"Where is this ship heading?"
"Greenhill Airport."
Miya Ford, head bowed, picked at the paint on the handrail: "You didn't give me a choice at all."
"Good to know."
He would take her and the little one with him.
"Don't be stubborn with me, you're not alone now."
He was threatening her.
He draped a blanket over her, pinching her chin to make her face him, forcing her to look at him: "Have you thought about me over these years?"
She pushed his hand away and said no.
"Heartless."
He chuckled, wanting to kiss her.
"Take me to Thorne City, I want to take Sophia to meet my parents."
As long as she didn't run, he would comply with anything: "Okay."
