Chapter 625

　　Third person's POV 　　Tabitha's eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly. 　　She had just drifted off to sleep but had awakened suddenly for no apparent reason. 　　Instinctively, she got out of bed and looked around. The sea was calm, with barely any waves. There was no sound around her. How, then, had she woken up? 　　It was late. As Tabitha pushed open her door, she saw a man smoking not far away. 　　In the days they had spent together, she had never seen Wilmot smoke, but there he was, leaning against the railing. 　　The corridor was dimly lit, making it hard to see his face, and his body was largely shrouded in darkness. 　　The only visible things were the glowing red tip of his cigarette and the outline of his long fingers. 　　His entire aura was different from usual, like a cold moon encircled by dark mist, exuding an eerie and mysterious vibe. 　　The moment he saw Tabitha, he flicked his finger, and the cigarette butt arced through the night like a red meteor before disappearing into