Leila pulled up the blanket over her nude body when she saw Nate suddenly walking out of the bathroom. The intense feeling of shame overpowered her, followed by sadness and helplessness. How would she get that money now and save her father and brother?
"Get yourself ready. We're about to arrive," Nate told her serenely, averting his eyes.
Leila tried to catch at least some emotion on his face, but his expression remained unreadable. And then he walked out on the yacht's deck, leaving her to get dressed and dwell into her thoughts.
When the yacht finally docked in Brighton, they got ashore.
Without a word, Nate entered his car. He drove it away and left Leila all alone, gaping after him. How would she get back to London now? He didn't even ask her if she had money to pay for the train.
