The night darkened, and the rain poured heavier.

The majestic waves were pounding against the ship.

Olivia was sitting in the warm cabin, feeling the ship rocking back and forth.

She didn't like that feeling because it made her uneasy.

She needed to admit that Colin was a meticulous man.

Someone had decorated her room at his request beforehand. The interior was almost the same as her previous room.

Snowball was sleeping in its cat bed.

Olivia lit a scented candle with a calming effect and played soothing music.

There were tortilla chips, fries, dried fruits, and a bottle of orange juice placed on the table. They were bought from Yearwoods' Restaurant.

She didn't have an appetite, so she read a book. But she lost her focus after barely reading two lines of the story.

Like a cat on hot bricks, she walked back and forth in the room.

At that moment, the ship stopped, increasing her uneasiness.

She set the book down, wanting to head outside to ask what was going on.

Olivia