Chapter 722


    Renee saw them when they got off and shouted, "Why can she get off the ship? I also want to


    leave!"


    For fear that Renee might harm Tracey, Vaughn had kept her away from Tracey these days.


    Renee felt she aged overnight because of hard and unremittingbor she had never known before.


    "She has the permission of the captain," Luke said, knowing it must evoke jealousy in Renee''s


    heart.


    "Could you talk to the captain so I can get off too?"


    "Next time. They''ve already left." Luke said faintly.


    Anger and jealousy were gnawing at Renee.


    Tracey dismissed her as a stranger. She could have asked Vaughn to kill her for her evil but she


    hadn''t.


    It was the greatest leniency she could show. Renee must pay the price for what she''d done.


    When Tracey finally stepped on the solid ground, her unease diminished byrge.


    "You must be hungry. Let''s find a ce to eat first." Vaughn was as considerate as he''d always


    been.


    Tracey couldn''t hate him for being nice to her. She was waiting for him to see through the beguiling


    fog of obsession.


    Even after all these, she was grateful. Vaughn reminded her of Steve, who walked her through the


    roughest days in America.


    Speaking of which, he must be worried sick as Adam.


    "Are you thinking about him again?"


    "No, I''m thinking about a friend. He must have freaked out." Tracey said honestly.


    "A man?" Vaughn somehow asked.


    "Well, he''s the reason I''m who I am today."


    "Then, why is he just a friend?"


    Tracey chuckled. "Some people are destined to be friends. Love can not be feigned. We spent three


    years together but I didn''t fall in love with him."


    "We were there for each other in the darkness. He''s like my family, like you. Vaughn, you''re a good


    man."


    "I like you but I''ll never love you. That won''t change no matter how long we stay together."


    Vaughn''s face changed. He knew what she meant.


    "Tracey, won''t you even give me a chance?"


    Vaughn was almost begging her.


    She shook her head. "You know who''s in my heart. He waited for me for many years and I can''t let


    him down."


    "What am I if I ept your love while pregnant with his child?"


    "I don''t mind you have his child."


    "I do. It''s not fair to you."


    Amiyah cut in before the conversation escted into a fight. "Aren''t you hungry? Let''s go to eat.


    What do you prefer?" She asked Tracey.


    Tracey knew that she couldn''t push too hard. It would take time for her words to sink in.


    "Is that a French restaurant? What about eating there?" Tracey missed the taste of steak already.


    Amiyah and Vaughn looked awkward. They had been on the sea all year round and literally had


    never been to a French restaurant before.


    "Well, if you don''t like it, we can eat something else," she said tactfully.


    "French food will do."


    Vaughn naturally took Tracey''s hand, which diforted her very much, but she didn''t want to fall


    out with him so just let it be.


    It was a humble restaurantpared with those Tracey usually went to, but it was the best in this


    town.


    Tracey searched carefully for signs that might indicate her location along the way.


    The restaurant was exquisite with melodious music and polite waiters.


    Tracey was used to all these but not Vaughn and Amiyah. They looked sheepish.


    Vaughn tried hard to act natural so that he didn''t look like a misfit here.


    After they sat down, the waiter handed Vaughn the menu but he gave it to Tracey. "You decide."


    "Okay, would you both like steak for the main dish?"


    "Yes."


    Tracey ordered fluently. "Three Steak Au Poivre, one Sde Niqoise..."


    Her French was perfect.


    "Miss, your French is beautiful. Are you from France?"


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    "No, I spent several years in Paris."


    She hadn''t told Vaughn that she was a famous designer in charge of an internationalpany.


    Vaughn spoke some French too.


    But he had a strong ent and only knew a few basic words.


    Her posh French once again emphasized the gap


    between them.


    As for Tracey, she hadn''t intended to show off in the first ce so she wouldn''t know how dispirited


    Vaughn was.


    She just sat there like a queen back in her pce. It was where she belonged.


    This moment reminded Vaughn of the designs she''d drawn on the ship.


    It struck him that she wouldnguish bit by bit if she stayed on the sea.