Bonnie was glaring daggers at me. There was no one around us, so she didn't bother hiding her hatred.
"You've already killed my parents. Isn’t that enough? I haven't even settled the score for that!" Bonnie's eyes welled up as she mentioned her parents. "How would I have gotten so sick if you hadn't done that? How would my parents have died in a car accident on their way to the hospital to visit me?"
Bonnie always blamed me for everything.
She claimed all her wrongdoings were for love and that I forced her hand. And my self-defense was seen as malicious in her eyes.
Her values were getting more twisted by the day. Maybe the more she hated me, the more twisted she became.
"Your parents' deaths are on you, not anyone else. Don't stand in my way; I have nothing to discuss with you." I responded calmly, not showing any sign of emotion.
I wasn't even a tad guilty; Bonnie was just asking for trouble.
If Bonnie hadn't been so jealous and competitive back then and had obediently followed Neil, he wouldn't have been so cold to her.
Even taking Karina's heart condition into account, he would've taken care of Bonnie.
"Irene, Neil is just not willing to give up on you. You should know that." Bonnie argued, a peculiar smile spread across her young face, a hint of triumphant in her eyes. "He still loves me, and I have proof. But I don't want to tell you."
I was so done with Bonnie's pestering. I retorted, "Bonnie, people always flaunt what they lack. If Neil truly loved you, you wouldn't need to keep showing off his love in front of me, right?"
My words hit a nerve, and Bonnie's face fell instantly. She bit her lip and stayed silent.
If she knew how much Neil pampered her and how crazy he was for her in my past life, she would probably be jealous of herself.
In my past life, smart Bonnie always stayed in Neil's apartment, ignoring all my provocations and making me chase her around like a lunatic.
Someone walked by, and as Bonnie was the center of attention tonight, she couldn't let people see her bickering with me. She shot me a dirty look and left.
I entered my room, ready to hit the sack. The luxury cruise wouldn't dock until tomorrow morning. If we were to return to shore earlier, we would need someone to drive us back.
I dialed Russel's number, wondering where he had disappeared to.
The call was immediately hung up. I had a bad feeling. Russel had never been this unreliable before. Did something happen?
A while later, a message came in from Russel: Something came up. I need to go home. I'm not sure if I can make it back in time. Try to stick with Stella.
He was probably worried that I would run into Neil or that Bonnie would target me.
After some thought, I replied, "Wait for me. I’ll be there soon. It's so boring here."
I got out of bed and headed for the exit, ready to meet Russel at the dock.
"Bang!"
Just as I unlocked the door, a powerful force flung it open.
Luckily, I was quick on my feet and dodged the door.
"Neil?" I was taken aback when I recognized him, then immediately went on guard.
Neil didn't reek of alcohol; he wasn't drunk. But his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was flushed. I could feel his burning body heat.
His jacket was gone, and he was only wearing a black and white woven shirt.
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