Sumr Sutton actually really had to thank the owner of this cruise for choosing to travel by sea for this trip abroad.
Without further hesitation, she put down the orange in her hand, walked out of the room, and took a lap around the cruise ship.
She just wanted to take a look around, and when she walked to the deck, she unexpectedly found the man who saved her was also there.
The man stood with his back to her at the railing, basking in the sunlight, with intricate shadows playing across his finely chiseled profile, creating a scene as captivating as a painting.
Sumr Sutton still couldn’t fully see his face; each ti she could only glimpse a vague contour of his features.
Sumr stood not far away, quietly gazing at him for a mont.
Given the current situation, she obviously couldn’t return to her holand, and could only temporarily follow him.
But, Sumr Sutton didn’t know whether he would agree.
After all, didn’t the maid say?
Their master has many secrets, and a person with so many secrets would be uneasy having soone like her, an outsider, around. What if she accidentally stumbled upon one of his secrets?
The man who had been facing away from her turned around, calmly walked toward the dining table set up on the deck.
He pressed the call bell, and several servants ca up with food.
Everyone on this cruise seed very afraid of this man; wherever he was, all the servants kept their heads low, no one daring to et his gaze.
After serving dinner, the servants quietly returned to the cabin.
For a mont, only Sumr Sutton and the dining man remained on the ship.
The man elegantly cut a piece of at with a fork and knife, tasted it, and his peripheral gaze drifted towards her, "Standing so long, aren’t your legs tired?"
When he spoke, his voice was exceptionally pleasant, indescribably refreshing, like a gentle breeze, making one feel physically and ntally comfortable.
Sumr, afraid of offending him by looking directly at him, quickly lowered her head and shuffled cautiously in his direction.
"Sothing on your mind?" The man continued to dine.
"How should I address you?" Sumr tried to start a conversation.
The man’s hands paused in the middle of cutting food, and he replied indifferently, "Call whatever you like, it doesn’t matter at all."
"..." Sumr was montarily stunned, sowhat dumbfounded.
Seriously?
Soone with such a prestigious identity, so casual?
He clearly didn’t want to reveal his identity, and Sumr actually understood.
Since he didn’t want to say, Sumr didn’t press him further.
However, she still had to rely on this man to take her back to her holand; he had saved her. Without a na to call him by, she couldn’t just call out "hey hey hey", right?
What should she call him?
Thinking it over, Sumr blurted out, "Sun!"
"What?" The man was stunned, not understanding the aning behind her sudden words.
Sumr didn’t explain, chuckled, pointed at the sun overhead, and casually replied, "I an the one over my head."
The man looked at her oddly.
Actually, Sumr herself found the nickna quite strange, but couldn’t co up with anything else at the mont.
Not dwelling on the matter, her head still bowed low, Sumr diligently cut him a piece of at and moved it to his plate, trying to get to the point.
"Sir, you know my situation. Right now, I have no phone to contact my family, no money, no way to return ho by myself. Besides you, I don’t know anyone in this foreign country. Could you allow to stay with you for a few days, and then return ho with you?"
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