Chapter 60
Chapter 60: George Stew’s Dilemma
He was still the same as always, radiating a gentle elegance like a fine pearl and a purity like the wind. Turning around, he saw Emma hurriedly making her way to the boarding gate with her sutcase
Emma was wearing a camel–colored behted trench coat, with a bow tied at her waist. Her slim pants were tucked into chestnut mid–calf boots. It was the same outfit she had worn when she first few west from Boston stylish, just without her striking sunglasses She had added a dark scarf around her neck. The cold outdoor air had given her fair face a slight blush, and her long hair hung gracefully over her shoulders, adding a touch of femininity to her overall look
In her rush, she didn’t notice the people around her at the airport, nor did she see George, who was diagonally opposite her.
As she hurried to the boarding gate with her colleagues, George chuckled and followed behind the medical team, as he was also on the same flight to
Boston
After boarding. Emma found her seat. She hadn’t sat down for more than a few minutes when someone else settled next to her. She was heading back to Boston
It was said that Luc would bring the divorce agreement directly, and her parents supported her decision. She was looking forward to returning to Boston and settling everything as soon as possible. From then on, there would be no more entanglements with Luc, and she could finally resume her life without a tragic ending
Just as she turned her head to see who was sitting next to her, she met a pair of warm, elegant eyes. The long, dense lashes were captivating, and the depth of his gaze was compelling
“Hello, Dr. Johnson, I didn’t expect to see you again,” he said
His deep gentle voice sounded as pleasing as pearls falling on a pearl plate, catching her off guard. “What a… what a coincidence, Mr. George. I didn’t expect you to be on this flight”
Emma’s pretty face stiffened slightly. It was one thing to be on the same flight, but to be sitting next to him? What a strange twist of fate!
Feeling embarrassed, she greeted him and then looked away, her nervousness apparent. The thought of a handsome man sitting next to her made her
After a moment, the composed herself. No problem, it was only a four or five–hour flight back to Boston, and she could sleep the whole trip… sleep! Whenever a beautiful woman saw George, they would often react in a way that bordered on fanaticism, wishing they could gaze at him every second. Yet, he could see that Emma’s gaze was clear, like a mountain stream, without any impurities. Unlike other women who looked at him with longing, her discomfort stemmed simply from being next to a stranger. This allowed him to greet her naturally and proactively, with others, he would hardly nod and
Noticing
panicked expression, George couldn’t help but smile slightly. A playful glimmer sparkled in his eyes as he casually remarked, “Hmm, it’s quite a coincidence. We embarked on the same day, took the same flight, and even sit in the same row. Can this be considered fate?”
As he spoke, his eyes twinkled with ambiguous implications. The last few words went unspoken, but their meaning was clear that they were returning to Boston on the same thp and even in the same row was indeed fate!
Emma bled lightly, concealing the turmoil in her mind What did Mr. George mean by that?
Something flashed through her mind, and as she grasped the hidden implications in his words, her forehead twitched involuntarily. Who would have thought the sometne as scholarly and refined as George could be so witty?
Cleaning her throat, Emma repled, Um from Western Ule City to Boston, this is the only direct flight.”
The subtel was clear it was only natural to be on the same fight. It didn’t count as fate
George laughed suddenly, his laughter clear and elegant. His deep set eyes sparkled like a rippling lake, capable of soothing even the most troubled
Emma quickly looked
of meeting las gaze again. He was incredibly handsome, even more so than any male celebrity on TV. No one could
Ariane went to the restroom, and as she passed by Emma row, she was shocked to see George sitting next to Emma. Her mouth formed an ‘o‘ of surprise. What was going our vły were George and Einma sitting next to each other?
Was it a comicidence by design? Why didn’t
such luck? Why didn’t she e sit next to Mr. George? Why was Emma always no fortunate?
No, she wanted to swich seats with Emma. But then she remembered that airplane seating wasn’t easily changed.
This wasn’t like a casual gathering where seats could be rearranged freely if she approached Emma, it might attract unwanted attention from their
supervisor, which wouldn’t be good. She might not get the seat, and her supervisor might remember this incident, impacting her work evaluation when they returned to the hospital
After toiling tirelessly in the Western Region for two months, she couldn’t allow this to affect her prospects
With that thought, Ariane gritted her teeth and suppressed her inner desire. She watched them from a distance for a while and saw that the two weren’t
talking, which eased her mind as she returned to her seat.
She resolved that as soon as the plane landed, she would wait for Mr. George at the airport exit. She needed to get his contact information, she didn’t
want to say goodbye just yet.
About an hour into the flight Emma’s drowsiness kicked in. She leaned back in her seat and fell asleep. Twenty minutes later, the plane tilted slightly.
causing her to lean to the left and inadvertently rest her head on someone’s shoulder.
George stiffened abruptly, and the magazine he had been flipping through slipped from his hands. After a moment, he reached down to pick it up. maintaining his pasture.
Emma remained asleep, her face peaceful against his shoulder.
He didn’t seem to mind her closeness; rather, he didn’t instinctively push her away. A subtle smile appeared on his lips as he inhaled the delicate scent of her shampoo mixed with a hint of floral fragrance. His heart softened, feeling oddly entranced.
Unaware of her surroundings, Emma slept soundly, as if indulging in a delightful dream, a small droplet of saliva forming at the corner of her mouth.
George’s gaze swept over her profile. Her beautiful eyebrows, thick lashes like butterfly wings, high nose, and vibrant lips reminded him of roses after a rain. However, his gaze paused at the droplet of saliva at the corner of her mouth.
For George, this was an unprecedented dilemma. He could crack the world’s top hackers anti–invasion programs in twenty minutes or complete quantum mechanics research, but he found himself utterly unprepared to deal with the sight of Emma drooling!
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