บท 526: Tumultuous Waves

The sea was a treacherous stretch that Daphne had come to the conclusion that she hated crossing. It was filled with volatile winds, the waves that had no mercy for the weak, and one could only pray that the weather would be kind to them.

Daphne sat in her cabin, her fingers digging into the skirt of her dress as she peered out of the small porthole to look at the world beyond. There was nothing but endless tumultuous waves, a dark blue that was only lit up when a bolt of silver lightning would split the skies into two.

"Why did I agree to this?" she muttered to herself, shaking her head and regretting every decision she had made, starting from the moment she brightly replied 'sure' to Atticus's ludicrous suggestion.

She couldn't believe it. Her husband was willing to part seas and cross deserts just to look for his best friend― at this rate, Daphne should really revisit her previous suspicions that Jonah might actually be her love rival!