72. His Face Always Haunts Me

I stood on the deck of a fast sailing cruise ship, the wind blowing my hair, obscuring my vision for a moment. I tuck my hair behind my ear, looking forward. There was a figure of a man in a white shirt, who was standing with his back to me.

That man seems familiar to me. His body turned slowly backward. His shirt billowed in the wind, exposing his broad chest. He smiled at me, holding out his hand and I shook my head, He's... Anthony.

I woke up and my eyes were instantly fresh. Having no intention of sleeping anymore got out of bed and walked out of the room. I saw Steve sleeping on the sofa very restful. I walked out of the balcony feeling the breeze that was probably the same as the sea breeze, that I felt earlier. Like the first time, he showed that he had everything,

"Tsk, the future Mrs. Anthony Kickers fainted while boarding the plane, what are you doing Leah."

I've had enough of being bossed around by him and I hated his face that belittled me at that time. I realize who I