Chapter 765 The Wolf by My Side

Simond sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her intently. "What's the matter?"

"We don't need to take a ship to return, Simond," Abigail murmured as her hand slowly reached for

the syringe concealed at her waist.

It was a tranquilizer given to her by Martin.

"Return to where?" His smile turned sinister as if taunting his prey.

Abigail's face slowly paled. Xavien's words didn't imply that Simond might be in trouble but rather

that he might have ulterior motives.

"Why, Simond?" She gripped the syringe tightly.

"Because I'm a bored mercenary and a pirate at that," he replied and laughed loudly. His

amusement seemed to stem from the novelty of the situation. "You're quite clever to cooperate with

me so well. That's rare in a woman."

Abigail set the syringe down, and her gaze dropped. "And what about Larry?"

Seeing that she complied immediately, Simond was a bit surprised. "Are you not resisting?" he

questioned.

"Should I resist against your entire crew?" Abigail smirked self-deprecatingly. "You asked me to trust

you and claimed you were trustworthy. It's my foolishness for believing in you, so I have nothing

more to say."

Simond lifted her chin. The smirk on his lips gradually faded as his expression turned unusually

cold. "Indeed, but women are always naive, especially when they're facing a handsome guy like me,

aren't they?"

She stared at him coldly. "You're not as handsome as Sean, that's for sure."

"It doesn't matter. Sean will never find you again, so there's no need to be sad." He let go of her

chin, and his mood lifted once more. "This journey has been rather enjoyable. From Eswadia to

Perou, this feels like a play, and I've been fully immersed. It makes me very happy."

Abigail tightly held onto her pants, and her eyes slightly reddened.

His game involved Larry's origin and Luna's life and death.

This world was always cruel, to begin with.

Simond noticed that she was about to cry. He shrugged indifferently and said, "I thought you were

stronger than this, but it seems you can cry."

"I still don't know if Luna is alive or dead," she said softly.

"Don't fret about that," he replied casually. "Before I left, I made inquiries. If she yields to an older

gentleman, she'll live comfortably enough. And this old fella isn't half bad with the ladies, either."

Abigail wished she could slap him across the face. But over the years, she had encountered too

many despicable people, such as Vincent Pearson, the people behind the Davidson Family, and

now Simond.

Each one made her utterly disgusted.

Simond noticed the hatred in her eyes, but he paid no heed to that. He simply reached out and

patted her shoulder. "Rest well."

"Give me Larry," she spoke in a low voice.

"Okay, as you wish," he said. Then, he called out, "Bring the child over."

When she saw Larry, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She hugged him tightly, and

after a while, she turned to Simond. "Why did you lie to me?"

Though she verbally accepted the deceit, she felt deeply hurt inside. Previously, she truly believed

in him.

Simond felt a little annoyed by her tears and answered, "Some people get bored and want to do

something exciting. I'm sorry for lying to you, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Upon seeing Abigail cry, Larry frowned and was about to cry when Simond suddenly covered his

mouth and warned her irritably, "Let me tell you, if he cries, I will make him die immediately!"

"Kids cry! It's normal! You were a child once, too. If he dies, I'll follow him too. I doubt you can keep

an eye on me round the clock!" She snapped in frustration.

Upon seeing them arguing, Larry waved his hands and laughed.

Simond uncovered his mouth.

Larry tugged at Abigail's clothes and continued shouting, "Mom! Mom! Sparrow! Sparrow!"

As he shouted, he waved his little hands.

Abigail's heart instantly softened, and she pressed her face against Larry's. "Mommy is here. There

are no sparrows to see right now."

Larry, obedient as ever, gently held her face as his eyes sparkled. "Mom! Mom!"

"I'm here, my little darling," she responded to him.

Simond observed Larry for a moment and thought to himself that if this child could bring her some

temporary comfort, staying here wouldn't be a big deal.

He stood up and said to her, "If you want to eat something here, ask the people at the door, and

they'll take you. As long as you don't try any tricks, you will be our partner in the future."

Of course, he was more inclined for Abigail to become his woman.

After just having an argument with Sean and still being in the midst of a heartbreak, Simond knew

that, as a gentleman, he should wait for her to forget about this painful experience before

considering another romantic relationship.

Abigail sat for a while but eventually left the room with Larry in her arms.

Simond's boat was large and had a very adolescent vibe, which indicated that he was a man with a

touch of adolescent fantasy.

She asked for the restaurant and was led upstairs by a tall, burly guy.

The second-floor restaurant was relatively quiet.

As soon as she went up, she saw Martin and Andrew sitting together and eating. She walked over

immediately. "Are you guys okay?"

Martin nodded. His wound had been treated, and apart from the pain, he didn't feel anything else.