Olivia opened her eyes and sat up abruptly. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she was suddenly jolted awake.

She instinctively scanned her surroundings.

There weren't any noises, and even the sea was calm. She didn't know what caused her to wake.

It was late. Olivia opened the door and saw Logan, who was smoking at a distance. She had never seen Logan smoke before. But he was leaning on the railing and smoking at that very moment.

The lighting in the corridor was dim.

She could barely make out his face. His body was also shrouded in darkness. Only his fingers holding the lit cigarette were visible.

His demeanor was completely different from his usual self. He was like the new moon shrouded in the dark, exuding a sense of mystery.

As soon as he saw Olivia, he flicked the cigarette into the ocean.

He approached her and asked, "What's wrong, Ms. Fordham? Can't sleep?"

When he stepped into the light, he still had the harmless expression that he always wore. Olivia thou