"Cough..."
Laura Quincy was coughing uncontrollably, for a moment she almost thought she was going to die.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed in the middle of winter?"
Jason Hawthorne's eyes were filled with anger.
He spoke as he dragged her towards the edge of the boat; at this moment, Laura wasn't struggling. After all, they were in the sea, and no matter how much she disliked this man, she wouldn't oppose him in such a situation.
On the deck, she took a deep breath of fresh air, "That's right! I'd rather suffer than be with you! Are you satisfied now? Can we dock now?"
Jason's eyes held a trace of frustration and defeat, and helplessly, he had to instruct the captain to dock.
Otherwise, he really didn't know what more extreme things this woman might do...
As soon as the boat docked, Laura couldn't wait to disembark. Jason stopped her, "You're soaking wet, how can you leave like that? Go take a hot shower and change into some dry clothes first."
