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Curtis just laughed it off, "You pack a punch like you were raised with your bestie in a wild gang or something."

Leanne was speechless.

As the car pulled up to the airport, the first light of dawn cast a golden hue over the parked G650 private jet.

Curtis pulled out a pair of spare flip-flops from the car, holding Leanne's ankle gently as he helped her slip them on.

Stepping out of the car, she gazed out at the vast and empty airport, her dark hair dancing wildly in the morning breeze.

Wrapped in a khaki cashmere throw, the hem of her silk dress and a glimpse of her delicate, pale calf peeking out beneath, she stood there in her slippers, looking like she had just woken up. Curtis held her hand as they ascended the escalator.

The flight attendant on board had already prepared the lounge area, adjusting the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature, with eye masks and earplugs ready for their use.

Before takeoff, Leanne messaged Joy and Selina to let them know.

By the time a sleep-deprived Joy checked her phone. The private jet had already left the country.

"Wait, I just fell asleep. Now have you vanished?"

"Couldn't Curtis spare a seat for me on his private jet?"

the comfy bed, watching the dense and cotton-like clouds, with the radiant sun rising from the east through the

over the sea

his arms around her from behind, kissing

earnestly, "Same to

she and Curtis had turned off their phones, intentionally leaving them on the plane as they

had vanished from the face of the Earth, with no

reach

think they've

heavy snowstorm had trapped Leanne with Curtis in Northwood, Joy had

initial envy turned into

phones, strangers in Iceland. What if they run into some

said. "Iceland has got one of

with

capita or not, how

richer than

beauty and exotic

could captivate anyone

Iceland."

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