To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 093

93.

Ro sat perched on the bow, gazing at the receding coastline. The multi-storied buildings, once appearing large and imposing, had gradually shrunk to the size of fingernails. The lanterns strung along the pier and lighthouse flickered like tiny fireflies before fading completely into the distance.

The farther they sailed from coastal waters, the more fiercely the salty sea wind whipped through her hair. Ro tossed her hat aside and embraced the sensation of freedom with her entire body. With each breath she inhaled and exhaled, a strange vitality seemed to well up inside her.

“Captain!”

Melvin, who had been issuing orders to the crew, spotted her from afar and cheerfully waved. That damn rascal. Until just now, he’d always formally addressed her as “young mistress” whenever others were around—yet the moment she stepped aboard, “Captain” just naturally slipped out. Was he spreading rumors all over town on purpose? Ro clicked her tongue in annoyance and leapt down from the railing onto the deck with a hop.

“What do you want?”

“Haven’t seen your cabin yet, have you?”

She grumbled bitterly at his casual remark. Just earlier, he’d been throwing a tantrum over how nothing was ready yet if she even asked where the cabin was. Now he was acting as if it were nothing.

“You kept me from even going near it until now.”

Melvin grinned and scratched the back of his head.

“All the luggage has been moved. Let me show you. This way!”

Ro obediently followed behind Melvin. The corridor, once packed with crates and cargo, was now completely cleared, everything neatly stowed in its proper place. A few crew members who had been rushing past paused, saw her, and gave crisp salutes with bright, respectful smiles. They seemed to think she was a naval officer herself—after all, wasn’t she the wife of a vice admiral?

“Here we are!”

Melvin proudly swung open the wooden door to the cabin. Inside was quite spacious, with a window facing the deck. Despite the tight schedule, someone had clearly put thought into it—simple wooden furniture was neatly arranged in every corner. It bore a striking resemblance to Ro’s original captain’s quarters. Ro stood speechless, looking around in disbelief.

“……”

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