The Big Fish Takes the Bait

"Would you like me to escort you back to your room?"

To be honest, Sifa had never considered escorting the lady before him back to her room. He had said it purely out of habit, and also to better emphasize the persona he was playing at the moment.

In his imagination, Miss Jennifer, who had a lover and possibly more than one, would never agree.

However.

She agreed.

"All right."

The woman with burgundy hair looked at the young man before her. He had slightly dark skin, handsome features, and had knocked Glade down with a single swing of his club. A hazy light flickered in her eyes.

Sifa was stunned for a moment. Jennifer's agreement caught him off guard. By the time he regretted it, it was too late. He could only brace himself and extend a hand to pull the lady up.

They left the restaurant and went to the cabins, arriving at a second-class cabin not far from Sifa's room.

"Well then—"

"Come in and sit for a while." Jennifer disrupted Sifa's plans again.

Not knowing whether anyone nearby was watching him, Sifa had no choice but to agree. He entered the modest room.

"Please wait a moment. I'm going to take a bath. I'll be back soon."

There were quite a few food stains on her. Even Sifa, a man, found them hard to tolerate, let alone a lady.

Jennifer hurried away with a change of clothes. Aside from the first-class cabins, which had private bathrooms and washrooms, the other rooms had to share public bathing rooms and washrooms, with roughly one for every eight or nine rooms.

If it had been nighttime, she would have needed to queue for a bath. But at this hour, no one should be using the bathing room.

Thus, Jennifer