Chapter 1869

Karina could definitely manage on her own. She was motion sick, not incapacitated.

Still, this side of Wilfred was unfamiliar to her. Seeing his face so close, she couldn't help but notice how attentive he was. Her cheeks burned, and though she didn't reach up to touch them, she knew they must be flushed. "I can handle it myself," she muttered, sitting up to take the water and swallow the medicine he'd brought.

The medicine didn't work instantly. Exhaustion and dizziness overtook her again, and she lay back down, drained. Her head throbbed, her stomach churned, and sleep seemed like the only escape.

Wilfred, clearly aware of her discomfort, spoke with even more gentleness. Pulling a blanket over her, he said, "Rest for a bit. Once the medicine kicks in, you'll feel much better."

Karina, her eyes heavy with fatigue, glanced at the soft blanket. "Where did this come from?"

The blanket was incredibly soft, wrapping around her in a comforting, cozy warmth.

Wilfred smiled faintly. "I asked for one earlier. Don't worry about it just sleep."

Something about his soothing tone made it impossible to resist. As her eyelids grew heavier, she drifted off without another word.

air, and everything was quiet. The cabin lights were dimmed, and the world outside the window was pitch black. She noticed the window shades had

and opened his eyes, his voice husky from

reached out to adjust the blanket that had slipped down from her shoulders, the motion so

seats were right next to each other, and at some point while Karina had been asleep, so had Wilfred. Without either of them realizing it, they had leaned into one another

different from sharing

no turning back. Now, she found it impossible to meet Wilfred's gaze. It felt

she wasn't ready to

away, creating a little

and the way she avoided his gaze. His lips curved into a slight smile,

sat

gap Karina had just created, vanished entirely. Once again, they were close enough to feel each other's breaths, the faint rhythm of their breathing in

unspoken tension thickened, an air of subtle intimacy

silence. "Hungry? I

attendant without

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