Chapter 166

Autumn took her seat and then remembered something. "Mr. Faulkner, if Mr. Jameston hadn't hosted this yacht party, would you still have gone to find him?" Dawson glanced at her. "Yes." He really was treating Preston like a tool. "You used Mr. Jameston for my sake. If he finds out, won't there be bad blood between you?" Dawson replied calmly, "There won't be." Autumn took his words to mean their friendship was very strong and didn't think much more of it. The yacht swayed gently on the sea. It was almost midnight, and the recent incident had already faded from the other guests' minds. The lively noise outside made the lounge's quiet feel especially stark. Dawson showed no sign of leaving, so Autumn stayed, letting herself process all the new experiences she'd had since arriving in Merova. Then, a detail she had overlooked suddenly came to mind. Dawson had said, "It's not impossible," in response to Evan's remark, "Unless you're talking about your wife." Autumn began to sense an