Chapter 167

A noticeable coldness spread across Dawson's face, erasing the faint flush that had lingered just moments before. A chill lingered in his gaze, making his face appear entirely composed, yet concealing something deeper. It was a layered, inscrutable presence that Autumn couldn't fathom, and staring too long felt perilous. Autumn reached for the ringing phone, but Dawson stopped her. The relentless sound kept dragging her back to memories of Damien. Yet Dawson's mind was elsewhere, dwelling on a future that felt hazy, out of reach, and uncertain. "Autumn, I'll wait for you to get a divorce." Jamie arrived on a speedboat to pick them up, following Dawson's instructions. He already knew everything that had happened on the yacht. Once they returned to the hotel, Jamie spoke with Dawson for a while before coming to find Autumn. Autumn expected him to bring up something serious, but he was just there to gossip. "You noticed it too, didn't you? Mr. Faulkner is really protective of