They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 620: Bright Eyes

Her forehead pressed lightly against the window, Nnenna closed her eyes. The hum of the engines seemed to echo her heart, steady and distant. And then, her mind slipped back.

Her mind drifted, unbidden, back to that day with Somto, bright eyes, confident smiles, a future neither of them could predict.

That first time. That first journey across the continent.

She had not woken in her own bed, no. She had woken cocooned in warmth, her body sinking into a softness that felt too perfect to question.

A blanket she didn’t remember pulling over herself. A pillow so warm and solid that it erased every trace of the nightmares she usually carried in her sleep.

Only when her fingers reached for her phone did the numbers on the screen snap her halfway awake.

Ten hours?

Her eyes had shot open. I slept that long? The realization was absurd, but her body felt so weightless, so deeply rested, it almost made sense.

She stretched, letting the comfort linger a second more, until her ears picked up something rhythmic. A soft tapping, right beside her.

She turned her head.

Somto.

His fingers moved with

lips pressed together in that way he had when he was

pillow under her cheek, wasn’t

It was him.

had jolted upright, heat exploding

how did this happen?!" she burst out before she could

finally leaving the tablet.

calm, "you put your head on my shoulder. That’s how it

jaw dropped. "What?! No—I didn’t! Did I? I—uh—you—" Her words tangled and

back slightly, seeming to be enjoying the view of her flustered expression. "You looked like you

her face to the window, refusing to let

stretched between them. Her hands twisted in her lap, her guilt piling higher. She must have just slumped onto him in her sleep.

lashes still heavy from sleep, her cheeks painted with colors she

have softened because she would

unhurried, like each word was chosen with care. "You can use my shoulder...

words had struck her like

turning crimson, hotter than fire. She shot up so suddenly the flight attendant nearby nearly

no thank you—I’m fine!" she stammered, bolting to the far end of

half hidden behind her own embarrassment, and