Lily didn't dare to think about what had happened the night before. She stared at the white shirt sleeves draped over her trembling hands, her lips parting slightly. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come—only a few hoarse, broken sounds escaped her throat.
"Bang—"
A deafening crash echoed from outside. The yacht rocked violently, followed by heavy footsteps pounding against the deck.
Lily scrambled to her feet and rushed to the door. When she pulled it open, she was met with a furious roar.
"Find him! Now!"
The voice thundered through the air, sending a chill down her spine.
She barely had time to react before she saw him.
Ethan stood at the bottom of the stairs, his entire frame taut with rage. The dim morning light shadowed his sharp features, and his dark hair was slightly disheveled. The black leather jacket he wore only made him seem leaner and more intense.
But the moment his eyes locked onto her, his fury froze.
Shock replaced the anger in his gaze.
