My Flirtacious Husband

Meanwhile, Genevieve and Patrick rested at the VIP lounge for a while, and soon, the boarding time arrived. She kept herself busy by taking out the book she brought onto the plane and reading it while lying on the chair. While reading, she memorized the words she did not understand to ask Armand later. As she read her book, the plane flew continuously and reached Moranta around five hours later. When they booked their flight tickets from Moranta to Spaunia, the first-class tickets were already sold out. Hence, Genevieve settled with two economy-class tickets. Maybe it was because the flight duration was too long, but Genevieve lost her mood to read and fell asleep soon after making herself comfortable in the seat. As the economy-class seats were in rows, her head was tilted to one side and rested on Patrick’s shoulder, which was on her right. He felt a weight on his shoulder and turned to see Genevieve sleeping. Carefully reaching out, he pulled down the window shades. When he retracted his hand, he spotted a few strands of hair sticking to Genevieve’s face. Patrick hesitated briefly before using his finger to tuck those strands behind her ear. Her thick eyelashes looked similar to two handheld fans and would flutter occasionally. Patrick’s eyes were fixed on her face for a long time. Later, he lifted his head to look at the plane’s ceiling, and his eyes darkened. When the flight arrived at Spaunia, it was already eleven at night. Genevieve had already informed Elijah Leigh’s assistant, Benjamin, ahead of time, so when they went out of the airport, they met up with him immediately. “Huh? Isn’t this Mr. Patrick Sullivan?” Upon seeing Patrick, Benjamin was surprised and asked, “You came too?” Baykeep’s subsidiary company’s manager, Elijah, was someone who got his position with Armand’s help. Therefore, he was very close to Armand. Benjamin had worked for Elijah for several years. He once met Patrick at one of the main company’s anniversary events and knew the latter as Armand’s bodyguard. However, Benjamin did not expect to see Patrick with Genevieve. “Why? Are you afraid Mr. Leigh will have to spend more money on my meal? Should I go?” Patrick lifted his eyebrows. Facing Benjamin, Genevieve smiled. “Perhaps you may not know this, but Patrick is good with computers. Mr. Faulkner has high expectations for this international collaboration, so he sent Patrick to come with me.” “Oh.” Benjamin took over Genevieve’s luggage and said, “The car is waiting by the road. Let’s go now, Ms. Rachford.” “I’ll be in your care.” She nodded. As it was rather late in the evening, they went to their rooms to sleep upon arriving at the hotel. The next morning, Genevieve met with Elijah and chatted briefly. After which, Benjamin gave her the details of the project this time. On the third day, she went with Elijah’s team to the promised meeting place to discuss the deal. It was a complicated project, so both sides had been at odds with each other to obtain the maximum benefit. This situation went on for three days. Sometimes, she had to join Elijah and his team’s meeting after reaching the hotel and having dinner. By the time she returned to her room, it was already dawn. She felt like she had transformed into a panda with the dark circles under her eyes and eye bags due to this arduous schedule for the past few nights. Genevieve arrived at her hotel room, feeling lethargic. After taking a shower and putting on an eye mask, she noticed her book on the bedside table. Ever since arriving in Bera, Genevieve had not had the time to read the book. She opened her WhatsApp and noticed her last chat with Armand was the night before the flight. Although she knew Armand’s attitude, which ignored everything else when busy with work, Genevieve felt disappointed. She hoped that he would care more about her, like when they were at Regality Gardens, where he ate what she cooked and accompanied her. She stared at his chat for a while and hesitated. Just as she was about to send a text to him, a local number flashed on her screen. The caller was Maria, so Genevieve answered it quickly, “Hello, Maria.” Maria greeted back, “Hi, Ms. Rachford. Didn’t you say there’s a timezone difference? Were you sleeping?”