CHAPTER 61

  TERRAN'S POV

   

  "Beloved, please!" I begged, gasping as I tried to catch up to the furious lady, but the closer I got to her, the faster she walked, leaving me wondering how much strength and energy she could possibly pack into that small body of hers.

   

  She hasn't said anything to me in the few minutes since we sailed away from the fishing grounds, and she hasn't even looked at me.

   

  I made a mistake. Yes, I realise I shouldn't have let the rod break or been so reckless with it. I accept my mistake, but isn't her punishment a little harsh for me?

   

  How does she expect me to continue this journey without her saying a word to me or even taking a glance at me? I was like a ghost to her, and it makes me feel miserable.