Bab 97: THE ARRIVAL OF JOANNA HEMMINGS

As Dahlia emerged from the airport's bustling throng, her eyes scanned the crowded terminal, searching for a familiar face amidst the sea of strangers. And then, she spotted him - Gael, standing tall and dashing, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, his gaze fixed on the arrivals board with an air of anticipation. His face lit up with a warm smile as he caught sight of Dahlia approaching.

"Hey," she greeted him, her voice husky from the lingering haze of sleep and passion. Her eyes darted to her wristwatch, a flicker of anxiety crossing her face. "She isn't here yet?" she asked, her brow furrowed in concern.

Gael's smile never wavered, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Not yet," he replied, his voice low and smooth. "I thought you weren't coming, since you didn't pick up my calls." His words were tinged with a hint of teasing, and Dahlia's cheeks flushed with a guilty glow.