Keilani pretended to rummage through her bag as if wanting to touch up her makeup. In a well-devised mishap, she lost her balance and dropped her lipstick right by Tyrone’s feet.

“Hey, could you help me pick that up?” she implored, finally drawing Tyrone’s gaze away from his work, his brow furrowing slightly.

Tyrone scowled when he saw it was Keilani.

Keilani pretended to be surprised.

“It’s you? Well… Can you help me pick up the lipstick?”

lipstick and handed it to Keilani before returning

Keilani said, disheartened by his aloofness. She hoped he would be nice to her and didn’t want him

wanted to clarify. I’m here to visit family. I didn’t expect to

words, she sneaked a glance at Tyrone’s

Occasional noises drifted, including some dozing passengers‘ snores, the tapping keyboards

didn’t hear

not misconstrue Keilani, but

red. A tinge of embarrassment crept over

gaze, stifling a scoff internally. Had Tyrone known who her uncle was, he

uncle was Royce

with numerous overseas branches, respect was due

shut down his laptop. Rubbing his weary eyes, he

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