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Karina could definitely manage on her own. She was motion sick, not incapacitated.

Still, this side of Wilfred was unfamiliar to her. Seeing his face so close, she couldn't help but notice how attentive he was. Her cheeks burned, and though she didn't reach up to touch them, she knew they must be flushed. "I can handle it myself," she muttered, sitting up to take the water and swallow the medicine he'd brought.

The medicine didn't work instantly. Exhaustion and dizziness overtook her again, and she lay back down, drained. Her head throbbed, her stomach churned, and sleep seemed like the only escape.

Wilfred, clearly aware of her discomfort, spoke with even more gentleness. Pulling a blanket over her, he said, "Rest for a bit. Once the medicine kicks in, you'll feel much better."

Karina, her eyes heavy with fatigue, glanced at the soft blanket. "Where did this come from?"

The blanket was incredibly soft, wrapping around her in a comforting, cozy warmth.

Wilfred smiled faintly. "I asked for one earlier. Don't worry about it just sleep."

Something about his soothing tone made it impossible to resist. As her eyelids grew heavier, she drifted off without another word.

When Karina woke up, the plane was still in the air, and everything was quiet. The cabin lights were dimmed, and the world outside the window was pitch black. She noticed the window shades had been pulled down. Shifting slightly, she realized her small movement had disturbed someone beside her.

Wilfred stirred and opened his eyes, his voice husky from sleep as he asked, "You're awake? How are you feeling?"

He reached out to adjust the blanket that had slipped down from her shoulders, the motion so natural it seemed like second nature.

Karina became acutely aware of the situation between them. It felt undeniably intimate. The two seats were right next to each other, and at some point while Karina had been asleep, so had Wilfred. Without either of them realizing it, they had leaned into one another as they rested.

How was this any different from sharing a bed?

Once the thought crossed her mind, there was no turning back. Now, she found it impossible to meet Wilfred's gaze. It felt as though looking at hìm for even a second longer would unleash a torrent of chaotic

emotions she wasn't ready to face.

She averted her eyes and subtly shifted away, creating a little distance between them. "I... I feel much better now. Thank you."

Wilfred noticed her small, almost timid movements and the way she avoided his gaze. His lips curved into a slight smile, but he chose not to comment.

Instead, he sat up, adjusting his

posture. However, in doing so, the small gap Karina had just created, vanished entirely. Once again, they were close enough to feel each other's breaths, the faint rhythm of their breathing in sync.

In the quiet darkness, the unspoken tension thickened, an air of subtle intimacy lingering between them.

Wilfred, seemingly unaffected, broke the silence. "Hungry? I can ask for something to eat."

He called for a flight attendant without waiting for her response.

Karina didn't stop him because, truthfully, she was hungry. In the rush to catch the flight, she hadn't eaten much for lunch, and after napping for a while, her stomach was now loudly protesting. It didn't take long for the flight attendant to bring their in-flight meals.

One undeniable perk of business

class was the food. While it might not rival a restaurant, it was leagues better than the barely ediblenoveldrama

offerings in economy. Of course, the added quality came with a hefty

price tag.

For Wilfred, however, the cost wasn't the issue-it was the limited options. His brows furrowed slightly as he glanced at the steaming plate of spaghetti that had just been placed in front of Karina. "I'm sorry," he said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "This is all they have on the flight. Will this work for you?"

Karina, who wasn't picky in the least, smiled reassuringly. "It's perfect, thank you. I can handle it myself."