I decided to head to his cabin. Despite my reluctance, it was the only way I could think of for now, especially since the yacht would be docking in Manila in a few hours.

I reached his cabin, my mind clouded with a mixture of fear and resignation. I knocked on the door, my hand trembling slightly. In a moment, the door swung open, revealing Dawzon standing in the doorway.

My heart almost leaped out of my chest when I saw him. The bruise on his lower lip, the cut on his eyebrow, were stark reminders of the violence that had unfolded.

He lowered his gaze to my belongings, his...