Ethan let his gaze linger on the sleeping figure beside him, as if she were an exquisite masterpiece meant to be admired but never touched. Her skin was luminous, almost ethereal under the soft cabin lights. Long, delicate lashes cast faint shadows on her cheeks, and her lips—plush and naturally pink—were slightly parted, tempting yet untouchable.
A sigh escaped him. Is it even possible for someone to be this perfect?
Two hours had passed since they boarded their flight to Japan, and Lillie had been asleep the entire time, undisturbed by the outside world.
Ethan, on the other hand, had spent those two hours stealing glances at her. He justified it as merely passing the time, but in truth, he couldn't help himself.
A quiet murmur left Lillie's lips as her eyes fluttered open. Ethan swiftly averted his gaze, pretending to focus on anything but her.
"What time is it?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep. It should have sounded groggy—rough even—but to Ethan, it was anything but unpleasant.
If anything, it was unfairly enticing.
"12:06 PM," he replied casually, masking the effect she had on him.
Lillie hummed in acknowledgment, stretching slightly before sitting up.
Just then, a tall, impeccably dressed flight attendant approached, offering them an assortment of luxury snacks.
Crystal glasses filled with champagne, delicate pastries from renowned patisseries—every bite a testament to indulgence.
Lillie selected a chocolate-strawberry tiramisu accompanied by two pastel-colored macarons. Ethan, ever the minimalist, simply asked for black coffee.
As the flight attendant set their selections down, she couldn't help but feel a sense of overwhelming inferiority.
Their aura, their elegance, their effortlessly perfect features—it was like serving celestial beings disguised as humans.
Too flawless!
She bowed quickly before retreating, barely suppressing the urge to clutch her chest.
When she returned to her fellow flight attendants, they eagerly huddled around her.
"Well? What was it like serving them?"
The poor woman shuddered.
"Too terrifying…" she admitted weakly.
Her colleagues fell silent.
Hokkaido, Japan. The vibrant city of Sapporo.
Lillie pulled her luggage behind her, turning to Ethan with a polite but distant nod.
"This is where we part, Mr. Li. Good day."
Before she could take another step, Ethan swiftly moved to block her path.
"Wait."
Lillie arched a brow. "What is it?"
"Are you staying at a hotel?"
"No. Someone is picking me up."
Ethan's jaw tightened.
So she does have a lover in Japan.
No—wait. He needed to calm down. Jumping to conclusions wasn't his style. He wasn't the type to believe baseless rumors.
…Right?
Still, the idea unsettled him.
"I'll stay with you until your ride arrives," he said, his tone light, but his true intentions anything but.
If there really was someone picking her up, he needed to see who it was.
Lillie sensed something was off about him, but she didn't bother questioning it. If he wanted to stand around and wait, that was his business.
The two of them stood outside the airport entrance, effortlessly drawing attention.
It was impossible not to notice them.
Though they were dressed casually, their presence commanded attention. Dark sunglasses shielded their eyes, but it did little to hide their striking features.
Lillie wore a flowing floral dress paired with a wide-brimmed sun hat—an image of quiet elegance. Beside her, Ethan exuded effortless sophistication in a crisp white shirt, a tailored dark blue blazer, and well-fitted denim jeans.
They looked like celebrities straight out of a high-end fashion magazine.
Some passersby discreetly snapped photos, whispering among themselves, wondering if they were international models or famous actors.
Lillie's phone rang, breaking the moment.
"Hello?" she answered smoothly.
Ethan shifted slightly, moving just close enough to catch the conversation.
"Yes, I'm already here. I'm with an acquaintance, if you don't mind."
Ethan froze.
An acquaintance?
An acquaintance?!
Dear wife, have you forgotten?
I am your husband!
…
…
…to-be.
But still! Was it so difficult to introduce him as something more?
A friend, perhaps?
A close family friend, even?
But an acquaintance?
Ethan's expression remained neutral, but deep inside, a storm was brewing.
Lillie Bai… you'd better prepare yourself.
When we get married, I will make sure you pay for this insult.
Poor Lillie. If she unknowingly angered Ethan like this for eleven more months before their wedding…
Would she even be able to leave his side the next day?
Don’t let the Devil contain his anger...a friendly reminder from the author XD