In the moment before she fell unconscious again, the last image that surfaced in Scarlett Yates's mind was the shadow of Matthew Saxon.
Those long, captivating peach blossom eyes curved toward her, and she heard him saying to her with that playful tone, "Scarlett Yates, why did you crawl into the bushes, making me search for so long."
"Look at the state you're in now, like a drowned rat, tsk tsk, you really are pitiful."
"Even a woman like Alice Green, you can't outmatch her. What prospects do you have, you're a complete fool."
"Scarlett Yates, do you want to leave here? Beg me, if you just beg me, I'll take you away."
"Please, Matthew Saxon, please, take me away..." In the final second before darkness enveloped her, she reached out her hand towards that phantom in the rain...
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"Young Master, it's pouring rain right now, it's unsafe to go out to sea. You should wait a bit longer..."
"Get out of my way!"
