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Lucas was truly enraged, not hesitating to use even more vicious words to retort, “Do you think I’d marry you because we slept together once? Do you still see yourself as thedy of the rk family? Olivia Sutton, you’re a notorious tramp! How could you be so cheap? So eager to climb into a man’s bed? Even
streetwalkers have more self–respect than you!”
Olivia’s long fingernails dug into her palm, and her eyes were also red.
There was the pain of being called shameless by someone she once loved, and also the hatred for her current predicament.
“How noble are you? Why did you get on this ship? Wasn’t it to sell yourself for a good price? Do you think you, Lucas Wright, whose prestige exists only in name, are any better than me?”
Who would have thought that the couple, once hailed as perfect by the media and public, would now have such a messy breakup, shamelessly attacking each other, exchanging harsh words, and wishing they could drag each other down to hell?
“I didn’t force you to sleep with me. If you had the guts, you would’ve held back. Your willpower was weak, so who can you me?” said Olivia.
She didn’t want things to turn out this way, but her original n was ruined, and seeing Lucas’s resistance and disgust toward her, she couldn’t bear it.
“Get out!” Lucas suddenly picked up the ss from the table and smashed it at her feet,
Olivia watched him go mad with cold eyes. “Do you think I’m counting on your pity and morality?”
She suddenly smiled, dropping a bombshell. “I recorded it.”
Lucas looked at her in disbelief.
“Have you no shame?” asked Lucas.
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“Shame?” Olivia scoffed. “Do I have any reputation left to speak of? My reputation is ruined. I’m not afraid of adding another charge. If you’re willing to sacrifice everything, unafraid of outsiders seeing your disgraceful behavior in bed, or how you grovel at a woman, then send me to jail.
“But by then, it’s likely no youngdy from any prominent family will look favorably upon you. When you walk out, you’ll have to endure strange looks and harshments from others. Can you handle that?”
Lucas was not the type to be uninhibited and carefree. He valued his reputation and dignity too much to do that.
“Are you being fair to Roderick?” he gritted out.
“Roderick Watson? Don’t bring him up. I don’t believe that after all these years, you haven’t noticed I like you. Do you enjoy having an ambiguous rtionship with your brother’s woman? Lucas Wright, everything you’re experiencing today is your deserts.”
She stared into his eyes. “You let me get close to you because you also believe we’re the same kind, don’t you? Hypocritical, dark, selfish, fragile… When you see Natasha, you must feel ashamed of yourself, right?”
Lucas dejectedly held his head in his hands.
Olivia stood up. “I hope we can get our marriage certificate when we disembark
tomorrow.
“Lucas, we are destined to be intertwined for this lifetime.”
*****
The daytime activities for the next day had been announced as canceled afterst night’s ball.
The yacht would dock ahead of schedule at II a.m.
Natasha wanted to see the sunrise. At 5 a.m., Alexei woke up with the rm, carefully dressed her from head to toe, and then carried her to the bathroom to wash up andb her hair.
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Natasha was nodding off, groggily leaning on him, letting him dress her up like a
doll.
Once ready, Alexei kissed her still slightly swollen lips and led her to the top deck.
Atst night’s party, Ryan had too many ideas to stall for time, leaving everyone exhausted. At that hour, most guests were still asleep, with only a few staff members awake.
When they came up, the only person there was a cellist invited by the organizers, ying while enjoying the view.
The stars had not yet faded, and a crescent moon hung high. Against a backdrop of faint dawn light, the solitary musician faced the sea, eyes half–closed, lost in the strings, ying with mesmerizing passion.
Alexei and Natasha did not disturb him.
Alexei draped the shawl from his arm over Natasha. They walked quietly to the bow, where he embraced her from behind. Leaning against each other, they listened to the music and watched the faint light of dawn.
Last night’s life–and–death struggle and this moment of peaceful warmth felt like two different worlds.
When the piece ended, the musician finally noticed two extra audience members. Upon seeing that the esteemed guests had no intention of driving him away, he paused for a moment, then yed two more ssic love songs.
Upon seeing the cellist, who had finished practicing and was preparing to leave, pack up, Natasha smiled, “Our impromptu musician is gone.”
Alexei raised an eyebrow slightly. “Still want to hear?”
Natasha shook her head. “Never mind. Don’t make people work overtime outside
of work hours.”
That cellist was likely a member ofst night’s ball band. Their ying here now might be <i>to </i>enjoy the scenery or seek inspiration. In any case, it was his private time.
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It was already good enough that they got to enjoy a few tunes.
Alexei pinched her earlobe. “Who said I’d let him y?”
Natasha looked at him in surprise. “Can you y the cello?”
Alexei smiled, patted her head. “Wait for me.”
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Natasha leaned against the boat, adjusting her shawl, and then saw Alexei walk over and say something to the cellist, pointing in her direction.
The cellist’s face first showed surprise and apprehension, then a familiar knowing smile appeared.
He nodded readily and took his belongings, but left the cello in his hand.
Natasha smiled, her eyes crinkling as she watched Alexei walk toward her with the cello.
The music continued to flow, but the performer had transformed from a romantic musician into Natasha’s private cellist.
Only they remained on the deck, surrounded by the vast, boundless sea and beneath a sky that grew increasingly colorful. It created the illusion that only they existed in the world. A gentle breeze brushed by, and the dawn light softly illuminated the lovers.
Alexei’s ying was a bit rusty at first, but he quickly found his rhythm.
Unity first taught him to y the cello,
When she was in good spirits, she would enthusiastically teach her son to y her beloved instrument.
After Unity’s death, she became a forbidden topic at the Turner Mansion. Dereck forbade anyone from ying the cello there again.
The younger generation of the Turner family, who studied music, mostly chose instruments like the piano, harp, or violin, and so on.
Alexei only picked up the skillter, but he rarely used it.
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After Unity’s instrument was brought back from the Turner family by Natasha, it was carefully stored away by them, rarely taken out.
So, this was indeed the first time Natasha heard him y the cello.
To be honest, while Alexei inherited some talent from Unity, his hands were still rusty, and his ying was certainly not as good as that of a professional cellist.
However, it sounded incredibly pleasant to Natasha.
She sat obediently, listening to the piece. When Alexei changed the tune, she smiled, untied her shawl, and with light dance steps, gracefully moved to the center of the deck.
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