Chapter 267 – Young Girls Forbidden Love Series: My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Book

Filed To Story: Cheating with My Boyfriend's Best Friend Novel Read Online (Olive & Aaron)

And I had to admit, I was drawn to her enthusiasm.”Have you been to the South Polebefore?”

“Of course,” Ross readily admitted.”Thisroute is a favorite among many South Poletravel enthusiasts. Most people who comehere for the first time usually choose itineraries that only include the AntarcticPeninsula or the Three Islands, withoutactually reaching the South Pole.”

I was immediately in awe of Ross – honestly,the cost of coming to the South Pole was notcheap! My one-month vacation and the heftybonus I received were almost entirely drainedby this trip to the South Pole.

Being able to enjoy multiple South Pole tripswas a privilege reserved for the wealthy orthe privileged!

“Maybe you’re right. Thank you, Ross, may Icall you that?” My mood was soothed, and the smile returned to my face.

After all, the journey had already begun. Outat sea, everything was unknown, and therewas no benefit in getting caught up inemotions.

I spent a pleasant mealtime with Ross.

During our conversation, Ross shared her pastexperiences.

She’s a photographer and started traveling theworld after graduating from the School ofVisual Arts in New York. So far, she and hercameras had visited over twenty countries andregions. She showed me pictures of elephantstaken on the African savannah, dunes captured in the Sahara Desert, and a malemodel photographed on the streets of Tokyo.

I must say, the camera became trulyenchanting in her hands. Each photo conveyed a strong emotion and was filledwith storytelling.

We hit it off during our conversation, and after leaving the restaurant, I took the initiative to ask her for her Instagram account.However, when I opened my phone, the firstthing I saw in the notification bar was anemail from Kirsty.

This was the first time my mother hadresponded to an email so quickly – it onlytook two hours!

I cl**ked in.

“We got it. Please make sure to notify us ofthe specific date and time of your arrival atleast one day in advance, and we will arrangefor someone to pick you up at Scott Cottage.We’re looking forward to your visit. TheSouth Pole is a fascinating place. You’ll fallin love with it.”

I looked up at Ross with a smile on my face.

“You must be my lucky star.” I showed hermy mother’s email,”See, I can go to McMurdo station again!”

“Congratulations.” Ross hugged me warmly.

It was late at night by now, and after exchanging Instagram accounts, Ross and Ibid each other farewell.

Before leaving, Ross gave me some seasickness pills.

“Did you see the vomit bags hanging every meter in the corridor? If you don’t want to usethose, you better take the pill on time.”

I returned to my cabin with the pills, finishedmy bedtime routine, and prepared to sleep.

But when I woke up again, the sky was stillgloomy. What woke me up was not myinternal clock, but the violently shakingworld!

I turned my head and looked through thewindow. Over the vast gray-blue sea, a shallow blue wave, at least one meter high,gradually surged. As the wave reached higher,its color became closer to white.

The hazy sky merged with the sea, and Icouldn’t see where the horizon was. The only thing visible in my field of vision was that massive wave.

It surged toward the window, the foamy whitewaves crashing against the transparent glass.Then, all the waves quickly receded, returning to the dark blue sea surface andpreparing for the next wave.

I wanted to scream, but the nauseating feelingin my stomach almost made me want tovomit.

I was extremely dizzy and weak all over -thisfeeling was truly unbearable!

Even though I had mentally prepared myselfin advance, I had underestimated the power ofthe notorious Roaring Forties.

As I sat up in bed, I noticed that the bag thatwas casually placed on the table was nowlying in a corner on the floor.

That was what happened when it was notsecured to the floor.

I attempted to stand on the ground, overcoming the discomfort of the rhythmicswaying beneath my feet. I found my phoneand wanted to check the time, only to realizeit was just after 4 a.m.!

I had slept for less than three hours! Nowonder my head hurt so much.

Just as I was about to put down my phone, Icaught a glimpse of a text message lying inthe notification bar.

It was from Aaron.

Aaron: It takes about two days for the

Explorer to pass through the Drake Passage.There are seasick patches in the inner pocketof your backpack. You can stick them behindyour ears.

I picked up my backpack and rummagedthrough it, and sure enough, I found quite afew of them.

Compared to seasickness pills, I preferred these patches for external use. I replied to himwith a

“Thanks.” Unexpectedly, Aaronimmediately called me.

“Are you feeling seasick?” I heard his familiarvoice coming from the phone. Aaron’s voicewas slightly lower than usual as if he had justwoken up. His intonation had a slight rise,which felt particularly soothing in this quietroom.

I didn’t know why, but just listening to hisvoice made me feel inexplicably at ease.

“Yeah, a little. I just used your seasicknesspatches. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. The Explorer will probablytake two days to cross the Drake Passage.During these two days, you should stay inyour room, lie down as much as possible, anddo not open the window –

it’s too dangerous,”Aaron spoke slightly faster, but quite clearly,and there was a hint of concern in his voice.

Few people had ever given me instructionswith such a caring tone.

It felt like.. a parent nagging their child whowas embarking on their first solo journey.

I had seen this kind of scene in many schooldramas and among my classmates when I wasyounger, but I had never personally experienced this feeling. At this moment,Aaron’s words seemed to be a puzzle piecethat silently filled a void in my heart.

“I’m not a child. I can take care of myself,”Imuttered.

There was a pause in Aaron’s voice.

Then, a long sigh came from the other end ofthe phone.

“I’m really worried about you, Olive.” Hesounded upset,”I shouldn’t have listened toyou and just gotten off the ship!”

I temporarily lost my voice and didn’t knowhow to react.Aaron’s voice seemed to come from bet**enhis teeth with a bit of annoyance, but Isomehow found it a little flirtatious!This made me feel overwhelmed for a while.”Are..are you sure you don’t want to take abreak anymore?” I abruptly changed the topic.”I couldn’t fall asleep.” Aaron said lazily,”Chat with me for a while.”He sounded more flirtatious!I was a bit at a loss.I was better at quarreling with people thandealing with this kind of topic.”Have you returned to the United States orGermany?” I continued to try to find a topic.Aaron suddenly laughed in a low voice, and the resonance in his ch*st made me blush, butI didn’t know what I was nervous about.

“What are you laughing at?” I couldn’t helpraising my voice a little.

“Do you remember that you flew to Ushuaia afew hours ago?” Aaron only used one sentence to make me realize what a stupidquestion I had just asked.

Whether it was going back to the UnitedStates or Germany, the flight would havetaken half a day, so it would be impossiblefor him to call me at this time!

“Well, pretend I didn’t ask.” I blushed evenmore.

Aaron was sensible enough not to dwell onthis topic, but instead asked about me and myparents.

He said,”Have you contacted your parentsyet?”

“Yes.” I skipped the process,”They asked me to tell them the specific time of landing at Scott Cottage at least one day in advance, andthey will arrange for someone to pick me up

“That’s good.” Aaron seemed to be chuckling,”Then congratulations in advance on youruntying the knot in your mind and getting thebelated family affection.”

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