Seducing the Mafia Boss Chapter 11

Ethan's gaze toward me grew darker and darker.

The emotions conveyed included anger and furious laughter.

But not a shred of struggle or confusion.

Just as I thought—this man really wasn't ordinarily difficult.

Even at this stage of cold war, he still wouldn't believe my story.

Since that was the case, what was there left to hide?

I simply let myself respond to him passionately, then while Ethan was asleep, secretly took his keys and boarded the yacht docked at the shore.

According to the plan, I should have snuck back to the country while Ethan was unprepared.

But what I didn't expect was that shortly after I left, Ethan actually chased after me.

Last night he'd worked tirelessly until dawn.

Logically, he should have been exhausted and sleeping deeply.

But unexpectedly, Ethan's stamina was so terrifying.

Not only did his face show no trace of fatigue, the look he gave me was frighteningly oppressive.

The two of us stood one on shore, one in the cabin.

Staring at each other for a long time, neither willing to speak first.

Seeing time was running out, I sighed and took the initiative to break the deadlock.

"Thanks to you."

"Ethan, if you hadn't taught me how to operate a boat back then, I wouldn't have this chance to escape today."

Ethan finally completely lost his calm.

Seeing me sail away from shore, he called out in near-desperation:

"Victoria!"

I'm truly sorry.

Though I promised back then to stay with him forever, under reality's pressure, I dumped him time and again.

Having an ex-girlfriend like me must be truly terrible.

I gripped the helm tightly, forcing back tears that threatened to fall.

Time was short. I had no chance for sentimentality.

Compared to this destined fruitless romance, stabilizing the family business was more important.