Chapter 50:
But life seldom unfolded according to plan.
Just then, two figures materialized behind her.
A voice—steady yet laced with frost—cut through the air. “Already planning to escape right after filing for divorce?”
Freya froze mid-breath.
Turning slowly, she faced Kristian in his impeccable formal attire, Gerard hovering at his side.
“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am, but today’s flight to Alerith has no available seats,” the staff member explained with practiced courtesy. “If your matter isn’t urgent, perhaps consider tomorrow morning’s eight o’clock departure.”
“No, thank you,” Freya declined softly.
With planes full and trains booked, driving remained her only option, yet the distance between Jeucwell and Alerith stretched dauntingly before her.
Clutching her documents, she walked toward the exit, her heart heavier than it had ever felt.
“Cancel one ticket for the two o’clock flight to Alerith,” Kristian instructed the staff member calmly, noting her urgency.
Gerard’s brow furrowed in confusion. “If you cancel, who will handle the meeting?”
Kristian’s eyes never left Freya’s retreating form. “Who said I’m canceling?”
Gerard paused, comprehension dawning across his features.
His gaze darted between Freya’s still figure and Kristian’s resolute profile, embarrassment coloring his expression.
“Your identification, please,” requested the staff member professionally.
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺, 𝓜𝒐𝒓𝑒 novels
At Kristian’s subtle nod, Gerard surrendered his ticket and documents, which the staff processed with efficiency. The staff member then beckoned Freya back.
When the ticket passed into her hands, Freya’s emotions tangled within her.
“Thank you,” she murmured, keenly aware that Kristian had orchestrated this cancellation specifically for her.
“Unnecessary,” Kristian responded with characteristic detachment, retrieving the briefcase from Gerard’s grasp. “Once we’re airborne, you can explain your attempted escape.”
Freya offered no rebuttal; her spirit lacked the energy.
Her thoughts remained fixated on the person still under the surgeon’s knife, worry etching itself deeper into her heart with each passing moment.
Kristian observed her distraction and discreetly messaged Gerard.
“Arrive in Alerith by noon tomorrow.”
“Understood,” came Gerard’s swift reply.
At precisely two o’clock, the aircraft lifted into the sky.
Freya sat across the aisle from Kristian.
“What draws you to Alerith?” Kristian inquired, his penetrating gaze studying her.
“A family emergency. Someone’s hospitalized, and I need to visit,” Freya answered truthfully, withholding nothing.
Kristian considered this briefly before suggesting, “Would you like me to accompany you?”
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