The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 209

Caught off guard by the unexpected praise, Lindsay felt both flustered and a little shy.

"You're... you're pretty too. The hair dryer is over there—go dry your hair quickly, or you might catch a cold."

The girl nodded blankly and turned to get the hair dryer.

Lindsay then found a clean set of clothes from the wardrobe. She had to admit, the cruise ship's amenities were quite comprehensive—each room was stocked with essentials for both men and women.

"Put these on after you dry your hair," Lindsay said, handing the clothes to the girl.

Without any hesitation, the girl took off her bathrobe right in front of Lindsay and changed into the clothes.

Even though they were both girls, Lindsay still felt awkward and quickly turned her head away.

Once the girl was dressed, Lindsay asked her, "Are you hungry? Should I order some food for you?"

"Thank you," the girl replied, her eyes fixed on Lindsay's face as if she really admired her features.

But Lindsay grew increasingly uncomfortable under her gaze. She turned and pressed the room's intercom, asking the cruise attendant to bring some food and drinks.

"What's your name? Where are you from? After we dock, I can have a driver take you home," Lindsay inquired.

"Jessica. From Evon."

"That's so far away! Your parents must be worried sick."

Evon was over 3,000 kilometers from Haven—a five- to six-hour flight.

A flicker of loneliness passed through Jessica's eyes. "Mom and Dad are gone. They told me to find my brother."

It was while searching for him that she had been trafficked onto this cruise.

Lindsay's heart ached with pity. How tragic—to lose both parents in her teens.

"What's your brother's name? Maybe I can help you look for him."

"Taking you to Skyrim isn't difficult, but if you've never met your brother and don't even know his name, how will you find him? It's like searching for a needle in a haystack," Lindsay worried. It would be easier if Jessica at least knew his name.

No photo, no name—it was like wandering aimlessly in the dark.

"Just get me to Skyrim. I'll handle the rest myself," Jessica insisted.

"Alright. After we dock, I'll arrange for someone to take you to Skyrim."

"Thank you," Jessica said gratefully. "You're the only kind person on this ship. Everyone else is a demon."

At first, she had thought Lindsay might be a hypocrite too—like that woman who pretended to save her only to force her to serve men.

That's why she had been wary. But Lindsay hadn't treated her that way. She had given her food, water, and clothes.

She was a good person, and Jessica vowed to repay her someday if she ever had the chance.

Lindsay simply assumed Jessica was venting—after all, having been locked in a cage, it was only natural to resent everyone on this ship.