The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm.
It felt as though there was nothing he couldn't handle.
As long as he wanted to.
Jolie smiled softly and said, "Alright."
When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn't resist asking, "How long will you be staying?" Gavin glanced at her. "How long do you want me to stay?"
The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately-especially since there were others around to hear it.
Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, "You can stay as long as you want."
She turned her head, avoiding his gaze entirely.
Her sudden bashfulness didn't go unnoticed. Gavin's eyes lingered on her, watching as a soft blush crept over her pale ears. A faint, uncharacteristic smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it. The captain, observing the interaction with amusement, chuckled. "Does your father know? I bet he'd be thrilled if he did."
The captain had known Wilfried for years, serving as the Coopers' private pilot and watching the family's children grow up. His familiarity made the question lighthearted but genuine.
"He knows... halfway," Gavin replied, his tone deliberately ambiguous.
The captain raised a brow, puzzled. "Halfway?"
Without elaborating, Gavin reached out and took Jolie's hand. "Let's go."
She nodded quietly, allowing him to lead her onto the plane.
The interior of the private jet was breathtakingly luxurious, complete with every possible comfort and entertainment one could imagine. Jolie's eyes widened in surprise, her awe hard to hide. Her family was well-off, but compared to the Coopers, they were utterly outclassed.
It struck her again, with startling clarity, just how vast the gap was between the Quin family and the Coopers.
And that realization hit her with nothing more than a glance at this single plane.
Gavin said, "It'll take 12 hours to get to Francia. You can rest comfortably during the flight."
Jolie nodded, but having just
boarded, she was still wide awake. She wandered around the cabin, familiarizing herself with its
luxurious setup, before settling onto the sofa in the lounge area
Gavin had already removed his jacket, now dressed in a sleek black vest over a crisp white shirt. He exuded an air of quiet sophistication, his posture calm and composed as he worked at the laptop on the table in front of him, tackling a pile of work.
Jolie's gaze lingered on him, slowly trailing over his features-the strong line of his brow, the deep set of his eyes, the sharp bridge of his nose, and his chiseled, angular face that radiated an aloof, almost unapproachable aura.
That cool, distant demeanor of his...
She'd told herself countless times before that he wasn't her type.
But now, she wasn't so sure.
Sigh...
No, she couldn't let herself waver.
Ov
If she fell for him now, wouldn't a breakup later be that much harder?
Her thoughts spiraled briefly before she shook them off, refocusing her attention. Pulling out her phone, she started playing a casual game to distract herself.
A few rounds later, the plane began its ascent. Jolie glanced out the window, watching as the city lights below shrank into a glittering sea of golden dots. She yawned, her earlier energy starting to fade.
Turning to Gavin, she said, "I'm tired. I'm going to wash up and get some sleep."
"Alright," he replied, his eyes never leaving the screen.
Jolie made her way to the bedroom, where she found neatly folded pajamas waiting for her on the bed. Taking them, she headed into the bathroom to freshen up.
After washing up, she climbed into the bed, pulling the blanket over herself. The flight was smooth, the gentle hum of the engines almost soothing. Sleep soon overtook her.
She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt a soft, feather-light touch on her lips.
It was warm, gentle, and carried a faint scent of cedar, slowly enveloping her senses.
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