His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 312

Jacqueline fumbled around and finally saw what the object was with the little moonlight that was filtered through the ventilation grate. It was a blanket.

The blanket was covered in a thick layer of grime. It was so filthy that she couldn't even tell what the original color was, and it emitted an awful rotting stench. She had no clue how long it had been since it was taken for a wash—or if it had ever been washed.

Jacqueline couldn't help but gag at the smell.

She had thrown up several times over the course of the day due to seasickness.

Unfortunately, all she had in her was bile as her captors didn't bother feeding her. Therefore, she had nothing to spew even after heaving violently.

The repulsed Jacqueline was so disgusted by the blanket that she kicked it away.

She had lived a life of luxury when she was with the Jacobson family. Thus, she had never once suffered such indignity.

Frankly, she had never endured such hardship, even when her nanny of a mother was still alive and kicking.

Jacqueline curled over her knees and began to sob once more.

The sound of the crashing waves drowned out her muffled cries.

With winter came the cold weather. That said, it was even colder at sea, especially during the night.

She was so cold that she started shivering, her lips turning blue. It felt as though her blood was freezing one cell at a time.

Eventually, she had no choice but to drag the dirty, foul-smelling blanket over. Then, she wrapped herself in it for the sake of survival.

Jacqueline finally made it to Orkford after the rough journey.

Her seafaring journey had taken days, which also meant she hadn't been able to eat or sleep well during that period. As a result, she had visibly lost weight during this trip. She also hadn't showered in days, and it wouldn't be an understatement to say that she reeked.

Even the man who was tasked to get her off the boat couldn't help but gag. "Fuck, you smell like shit!"