Lucas Walker gazed at her, his look lingering on her face for a good ten seconds before he withdrew his hand that held hers.
Ivana Bennett walked back to her room.
Lucas lifted his right hand and gestured to the old butler.
"Lock down all exits on the ninth floor."
She had escaped too many times, and he had lost trust in her.
The old butler nodded slightly and left the suite with the bodyguards.
A moment later, when she returned to the terrace, Lucas was leaning against the railing. The boundless night sea spread out behind him, emphasizing his dominant yet lonely figure.
The bodyguards and the old butler had all disappeared without a trace.
Noticing her return, a hint of brightness briefly flashed through Lucas's eyes.
Ivana gave him a smile, limped towards him, and leaned over the railing to admire the sea view in front of her.
"How did you end up on this ship?"
Lucas also turned his body, looking at the distant sea view like her, "I refuse to answer this question."
