When the sun rose again the next day, the cruise ship returned to its usual bustle and clamor.
The thunder and torrential rain of the previous night had not troubled the guests. Instead, they had cured several passengers' insomnia, and everyone seemed to have had a wonderful dream.
Even the most stern and demanding people could not help but smile when they woke up.
After that beautiful night came to an end, no one noticed anything amiss—except Andre, whom his daughter had shoved into a cabinet in a panic the night before...
Incidentally, Angelina forgot all about it after she came back.
It was not until she slept straight through to noon and got out of bed that she heard a voice coming from the cabinet.
Unfortunately, it was not an invitation from Narnia, but the roar of her biological father.
For the entire day, the furious Mr. Andre tried to figure out why he had gone to sleep in his bed only to wake up locked inside a cabinet.
As for Miss Lina, naturally... she claimed to know nothing.
And tried to blame it on sleepwalking.
Yet when Andre saw his daughter avoiding the subject, he more or less understood what had happened.
But what could he do...
As long as he could see his daughter smile again, he would willingly live in a cabinet every day.
That little incident did nothing to spoil Mr. Andre's good mood.
Even during this leisurely vacation, he still squeezed in time at the Roman baths and opera-house boxes to reach preliminary cooperation agreements with several new acquaintances.
His daughter had also become far more lively than usual, no longer endlessly absorbed in her phone screen and paper sheets.
Even the hunting rifle he had urgently ordered online had been delivered into his