Chapter 219

The whistle hummed, and the ship turned. Under the night sky, the ocean didn’t have the slightest trace of light, like the man beside Gabriella. His pitch-black eyes had a depth resembling that of the unventured ocean. Izaak took off his jacket and wrapped it around Gabriella’s shoulders. The scent of tobacco and blood lingered on the garment. He lit a cigarette, and the white smoke quickly dissipated with the sea breeze. Gabriella’s skirt fluttered, and her frail figure blended into the darkness. Her eyes were cold as they fixated into the vast darkness. “Don’t ever do this again,” she softly scolded. “Do what?” Izaak asked, a small smile creeping on his lips. Gabriella turned her head to face him. Her chin raised, and the starry sky reflected in her eyes. “Hurting yourself. Don’t do it,” she answered. “Your words would have more bearing if you’re my wife,” he playfully, half-jokingly, said. Gabriella squinted her eyes. The audacity of this man… She clenched her fists when Trevor’s wo