All Chapters of Yearning for Her Return : Chapter 821 - Chapter 830

David immediately left the ward after he finished speaking. As for the loud shatters behind him, he pretended not to hear them, no matter how loud they got.Back in the ward, Darren nearly suffocated from the anger he was feeling. He had smashed everything he could grab. Darren even yanked the IV drip the doctor had hung up earlier and caused the bag's fluids to spill on the already messy ground.Alas, nothing he did worked.Before, others would still try to care for him whenever he threw a fit. They'd speedily clean the floors too, too. This time, nothing happened.David had confiscated his communication devices. Plus, his usual bodyguards that guarded his ward had gotten kicked out. He was like a prisoner. He was trapped in this cage that belonged to only him for the rest of his days.He would spend his last moments in life in this ward.Of course, Darren still hadn't regretted his actions. All he felt was pure rage. It was an anger caused by betrayal and helplessness. He loath

"Do you have some earphones nearby? Put them on before we continue chatting." Caleb's smile faltered as he resumed his usual frosty attitude. He had spoken that reminder softly. He complimented the ocean view immediately after. It was as if he was responding to Rebecca's previous statement. That made Rebecca wonder if she had imagined it. Even so, she didn't hesitate to do as told.Beardo had prepared some earphones for her. He figured she'd be shy to talk with her family in front of the bodyguards. Still, the deck was so breezy that one needed to turn on the loudest volume if they wore earphones. Rebecca wasn't used to doing that, and she felt it would hurt her ears. So, she seldom wore earphones.Regardless, she obediently wore them now that Caleb asked her to. Her gaze darkened as she plugged the earphones in and flipped the camera to show her face.Any changes to the deck immediately showed on her phone screen at once.She noticed the problem and realized why Caleb asked

"Okay, okay. Let's go now," Caleb was happy to give in and drive the women to the restaurant.He initially planned to take Rebecca and Susan, who sat in the backseat, to a restaurant specializing in local dishes. Alas, the two refused. They had already eaten local dishes on the ferry for several days, so they refused to eat those foods.Even if the food on land tasted much better, the women had already committed the flavors to memory. They didn't even want to see the food, much less eat them.Caleb didn't force them. In truth, he didn't like the local dishes, either. He only suggested the restaurant after thinking about Rebecca's personality. Caleb figured she'd want to experience the local cultures of this foreign place.As for the food, Caleb didn't mind it as long as it could fill his stomach. After all, it was a pleasure to try new foods and experience a different dining environment. He changed his plan now that the women turned down his suggestion.They went to a restaurant

Of course, this didn't mean they could let their guard down entirely. Even though an immediate threat wasn't apparent, the constant surveillance by a group of people remained unsettling. "You can head back to the hotel and rest. Someone at the front desk is waiting for you; just mention your name, and they'll guide you up. I still have to follow Albert's orders and visit a nearby factory. I'll pick you up at dinner." Hearing this, Rebecca understood why Caleb didn't show any intention of getting out of the car. Even at this point, he hadn't even loosened his seatbelt. She opened the door, bid him farewell, and said, "Take care, Caleb. See you tonight." "See you tonight." ... After entering the hotel with Susan, Rebecca didn't follow her upstairs. "Ms. Johnson, what are you going to do?" Although Susan knew it wasn't her place to ask, gratitude compelled her to express concern. She was afraid Rebecca might have encountered unforeseen dangers. "I believe you're well

Rebecca had a good night's sleep. Unlike before, she didn't close all the curtains when she hit the hay. Perhaps, having gotten used to her time on the ferry, she appreciated the soft sunlight filtering through the window during her afternoon naps. Thus, she grew accustomed to having a faint light in the room. After her chat with Georgie, when she went upstairs to rest, Rebecca left the thick curtains partially drawn and covered the inner layer with a light gauze. This way, the room struck a balance between not being overly bright and not too dim. She drifted into a peaceful sleep under these comfortable conditions. There were no chaotic dreams, and she awoke naturally. Upon waking, the room had darkened completely. The moonlight outside filtered through the light gauze and cast a hazy glow. The curtains swayed with the wind. Rebecca didn't rush to get out of bed; instead, she turned to face the window and lay there for a while. Without thinking about anything in pa