Bumpkin’s Rich Handsome Husband novel Chapter 695

It was a black woolen coat. Instead of refusing it, Veronica took it and put it on before heading toward the deck as a worried Destiny followed suit.

After they walked for more than ten feet, Veronica suddenly halted and looked back with a frigid expression. "Why are you following me? Think I might jump into the freezing water and swim to Castron?"

The corner of Destiny's lips twitched as she did think of that possibility.

"Don't worry about it. I don't wanna go to the hidden clan, but I don't wanna die either."

The ocean temperature varied during the day and night; it could dip below zero degrees at night. Furthermore, forget about losing one's way in the sea, one might not be able to survive until the next day in the sea.

Still, Destiny was worried that Veronica might steal the kayak for her escape. Without saying much, Veronica turned around and continued her way to the deck. She covered her body with her clothes as the chilly sea breeze brushed her face. She figured that the cold temperature was almost the same as the sea.

The chill bit the bones and sent pain to the heart.

Veronica's footsteps were slow as though she was having a stroll while lamenting about Crayson and the gang's wealth. This huge, posh ship cost at least millions, but she was not sure about the exact amount.

Standing on the deck, she suddenly thought of the movie 'Titanic'. That surreal love reminded her of Matthew, whom she wished she could share this moment with.

She leaned against the railing to stare at the starry, somber sky. Besides the night breeze, the sound of pounding waves buzzed into her ears.

The ship swayed along the strong wind and she was feeling lucky for not suffering from seasickness. Otherwise, she would not be able to survive the constant swaying.

After a while, Crayson approached her. "It's cold outside. Let's head downstairs. You might catch a cold this way."

Veronica looked back to take a glimpse at him. Thanks to the lights on the deck, she could clearly see his face. Years of life vicissitudes drew wrinkles on his countenance, making him appear amiable.