Chapter 0113

The following morning. Violet stepped out of her flat, luggage in tow.

George was waiting for her downstairs. He smiled upon seeing her suitcase, playfully saying. “Ms. Violet, you didn’t need to bring so much. We have everything necessary.”

“I feel more comfortable using my own things,” she responded, aware of Lucius’s affluence but choosing to maintain a professional boundary, “especially since I’ll be compensated.”

George simply smiled in response, offering no further comment.

Lucius had reserved an entire plane for himself.

As Violet followed George and boarded the plane, she noticed Lucius reclining in his seat, utterly

ignoring her presence, yet casting a contemptuous glance at her suitcase.

Opting to disregard his attitude, Violet followed George to the staff area of the cabin.

“George, bring her over here.” Lucius instructed, signaling toward a seat beside him.

Violet tensed up at this, and reminded him, “I’m only here to cook.”

“What else do you think I’d need you for?” he said frankly, his disdain and aloofness visible in his

gaze.

Feeling awkward, as if she had misjudged the situation, Violet chose silence and settled in the

indicated seat.

Lucius engrossed himself in a magazine, effectively rendering her invisible. Violet pulled out her phone and began scrolling through social media.

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makeshift bed, and lowered it into a reclining position.

reclined his seat and shut his eyes to recuperate.

a finicky eater, he seemed unconcerned about his sleep, easily

on the recliner.

relieved when she spotted his eyes

had given way to a childlike gentleness. This man was more gorgeous than many

thinking? She snapped out of her

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temperature was set too low, and was concerned Lucius might

blanket nearby, and she hesitated whether to cover

gently placing the

why should she interfere? She chastised

awoke

awakening was relaxed yet captivating, reminiscent

are you thinking?”

voice was raspy from sleep, but his penetrating gaze

bit guilty, Violet looked down and replied, “Nothing, really.”

asked, “Did you cover me with the

down at the blanket draped over him, which had been

flight attendant.

head and denied, “No!”

flight attendant had done. She pointed to

responded. Yet suddenly, he seemed irritated and flung the blanket

he dislike her covering him? Why was he furious when

his own activities and treating her as though

was ignoring her,

flight was supposed to last seven to eight hours. There would be

drowsy, Violet reclined in her seat and closed her

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