An hourter, on the flight to Seacrest.


    Olivia saw the man walking through the cabin door and frowned slightly.


    She thought Victor’s words earlier were just a casual remark, given how hastily they had bought their tickets.


    Moreover, when she purchased the tickets, there were only three left. After she and Harold bought theirs, only one ticket remained.


    She didn’t expect Victor to coincidentally get thatst ticket.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    As Victor approached her seat, a trace of regret shed in Olivia’s eyes.


    She had initially nned to return alone and bought her ticket first, resulting in her and Harold’s tickets being purchased separately, not adjacent to each other.


    Thatst ticket was right next to her seat…


    Initially, Olivia hadn’t expected Victor to sit there and hadn’t considered changing seats with anyone else.


    Now, she was sitting by the window, and Victor was almost blocking her path. Getting up to switch seats would seem too deliberate.


    While she hesitated, Victor had already sat down beside her.


    Olivia frowned and collected her thoughts. At this point, she had no choice but to sit there.


    Before boarding the ne, Victor had been wondering where Olivia’s seat might be. To his surprise, he found her right next to his seat as soon as he boarded.


    Noticing the difort on Olivia’s face, Victor smirked meaningfully. “I told you, I bought a ticket for this flight too. It’s a pity you and Mr. Ramos couldn’t wait for me even for a moment.”


    Olivia turned her head towards the window, ignoring him.


    Since she couldn’t avoid him, she decided to treat Victor as a stranger and fly back to Seacrest peacefully.


    However, Victor clearly had other ns.


    “I’m a bit curious, Miss Prescott. Why did you leave so hastily? You didn’t mention anything about returning to Seacrest during breakfast,” Victor’s ambiguous tone sounded in her ear.


    Olivia frowned and coldly retorted, “I’m also curious, Mr. Leer. Your fiancee is still in Norville. Did you really just leave her behind and return alone?”


    Victor’s eyes darkened at the mention of his fiancee.


    Olivia pretended not to notice his change in expression and continued, “Mr. Leer, your wedding is approaching. At times like this, you should spend more time with your fiancee.”


    Victor was about to say something when he noticed Olivia taking out a small nket. She covered herself almost entirely with it, turned towards the window, andy down.


    Through the nket, Olivia’s voice sounded muffled. “I’m tired and need to rest. Please keep quiet.”


    With that, she closed her eyes, facing away from Victor.


    Victor didn’t say another word but stared intently at Olivia beside him.


    Whether it was Olivia’s timing of departure or her earlier words, Victor was certain she left because of Emma.


    However, he couldn’t understand how Olivia perceived his rtionship with Emma.


    If she truly considered him a stranger, why would she be so hostile towards his rumored fiancee?


    Unaware of Victor’s thoughts, Olivia pretended to sleep under the nket.


    She hoped to sleep until they reached Seacrest so she wouldn’t have to face Victor.


    Unexpectedly, even with her back to him, she could feel Victor’s gaze on her, making it impossible for her to fall asleep.


    She didn’t know how much time had passed, but Victor’s gaze remained fixed on her.