Chapter 162
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She sat at the piano in a flowing gown, her figure lit by cool shades of blue, her song gentle and sincere. The peaceful mood she created was enough to bring many in the audience to tears.
From his seat among the special guests, Brandon kept his eyes on the woman performing, but his thoughts drifted to memories from long ago.
The journey of turning Watson Group into a leader in the high-tech industry had not come easily, especially moving away from old business models. One particular night from the past stood out, when he finally decided to make the change—fully aware that the road ahead would be full of challenges.
Luckily, Millie had stood beside him during those difficult times. Throughout the year, the two of them bounced from one city to the next, sometimes even crossing borders into different countries. He could not forget that one winter when they landed in Eldoria for a big negotiation, only to realize they had walked right into a dangerous trap.
They barely escaped, forced to flee by taking a boat out to sea. That winter had been brutally cold, the ocean unforgiving, and the small boat tossed about on the waves. They found the ship’s conditions nearly unbearable but couldn’t really complain since they were running for their lives.
There was no cell phone signal so far from shore, and every minute left them guessing what would happen next. For twelve long hours, they had no one but each other. Cold air filled the cramped cabin. Both of them layered on every bit of clothing and every blanket, yet the chill kept seeping in as they huddled together, shivering.
He noticed her lips starting to turn a pale purple hue from the cold, and he knew he looked just as bad. His chest tightened with frustration—he was furious for being careless, furious at his own weakness, and worst of all, for putting her in danger too. Find the newest release on.net
She seemed to sense what he was feeling. Quietly, she reached out and took his hands in hers.
A small voice broke the silence. “Brandon, I’m freezing,” she whispered, pulling him out of his worries. “Are you cold too?” He met her eyes and gave a silent nod. She understood him better than anyone. She never tried to offer empty comfort. Instead, she shifted his mind away from his fear.
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He realized, too, that if they made it to land, they would be safe. But if the weather worsened, there was a real chance they would never be found. The endless waiting, the constant suspicion, and the swirling anxiety all felt almost too much to bear.
Even so, she managed to smile and leaned closer. “Hold me, will you?” she continued. “If we stay close, maybe we’ll feel a bit warmer.” He responded right away, gathering her into his arms.
Outside their tiny cabin, snow drifted over the restless sea. Winter pressed in, with seagulls flying past and their calls echoing through the chilly air. Beyond the small window, the world appeared in shades of cold gray and blue. Inside, they pressed together beneath a blanket as the boat rocked, finding comfort in each other.
Her scent stayed with him—he could still remember the soft fragrance of her hair. She fit perfectly in his arms, small and delicate, but her presence made him feel steady.
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