The CEO's Treasured Little Wife

That faithful night, when he made the decision and all his arrangements for her, he never really thought of himself. All he thought was her safety. But as he stood there on the deck of the ship staring at the dark and vast sea, all by himself, he finally felt the emotions running in his veins. He finally thought of himself. He realized how hard it is.

This is bad. Its so hard, baby I miss you so much already.

He took a deep breath and imagined her presence in front of him. Him holding her hands.

Please, wait for me. I'll come and take you back.

And Noah clenched his empty hands tightly.

Yet he was awoken by the rash footsteps approaching. He woke up from his daze and quickly turned back. Gian was also alarmed and greeted the men hurrying towards them.

"What's the matter?" He hurriedly asked.

"The yacht with the market materials is under attack!" The men reported.

"What?!" Gian exclaimed as he turned to look at Noah.

Noah did not think twice and immediately went down the yacht to go to the pier. He called for his men to be alert and they made their way to the second yacht.

"They knew that only half of our men is here," Noah said to Gian as they made their way to the pier.

"Fuck it!" Gian cursed. When they arrived in the pier, the men stationed there informed them that they were covered and it will only be a minute before they will infiltrate the second yacht. They were just about to start coming up a plan when gunshots were fired their way. They quickly took out their guns and found a place for cover. Gunshots were exchange in the broad pier.

"Shit Noah, we're surrounded!" Gian frustratingly exclaimed as he exchanged bullets together with their men.

Noah held his gun and was firing as he took in their situation and coming up with a solution. When suddenly, Noah was hit but he dodged in time that it only got his shoulders. He cursed under his breath as he heard Gian calling out. Their men quickly covered them and Gian pulled him behind the tanks for cover.

"We need to go! We're outnumbered! Shit, the materials! If we only had our men-" Gian could hardly finish his sentence as the ambush continued. Noah sat there while leaning in the tanks, holding his bleeding shoulder.

Giving up the materials means a much harder comeback and planning for the future. Both men knew it, but they had different thoughts. Gian was greatly regretful of not having half of their men here.

While Noah, staring at the vast starry sky had only one thought.

I'm sorry baby, I guess we won't be meeting anytime soon.