Chapter 132 Chapter 132

Chapter 132 Chapter 132
He grinned and looked at me in wonder. "It looks like it's very effective, don't you think?"
My eyebrows met. "What are you talking about?"
"My kisses have restored the color to your face. I see you're no longer anxious."
I puffed my cheeks. It's true that what he did made me lose my mind. I lost my nerves on the plane because I was concerned about something else. Who wouldn't be? I was astonished when he kissed me unexpectedly. Then my thighs rest on his waist. Who wouldn't be concerned that the cabin crew would notice us due to my yelling?
"But I regret it; we can't go any further than kisses, Jothea. We're still in a public place," he said, as if to make me appear as if I still desired something to happen. I lightly struck his shoulder.
"Who told you I was expecting? Put me down right now!" I yelled at him, which he just chuckled at.
"Okay." He slowly lowered me, but then hoisted me back up, which was why I was clutching his neck.
"Ismael!" I shouted. Why did he rub his thing on me, for fuck's sake? Is he attempting to seduce me? "Act your age!"
"Do you really want me to act my age?" he said, smiling.
I squeezed his shoulder, which is why he took me fully down. This one is utterly ridiculous. I'm not sure if he's trying to distract me during our flight or if he's simply taking advantage of my weakness.
I sat in my chair again, mumbling, while Ismael tried to touch my hand, but I refused. Tsk. After he teased me.
"Don't sulk anymore." He muttered, "We'll do it after we check in." I scowled at him before hitting him. This one is extremely insane.
"Uggh! Stop it! You're not funny anymore!" He makes me appear foolish. He opened my mind to such possibilities. I wasn't bad back then.
"Such a short-tempered woman," he explained. I rolled my eyes. What if I teased him?
"You have never experienced it on a plane; I'll make you experience being in a helicopter later."
I closed my eyes, annoyed. What did he eat, and why is he acting like this towards me now? Is this his true color while traveling, or is it just because he is with me? I remembered our little trip to Baguio. I think I can get to know him better now that we've been together for a week without any interruptions.
I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep, and when I opened my eyes, I was already in bed but still on the plane. It looks like Ismael scooped me up. Our two beds were adjacent to each other, so it grew broader as we hugged. Even if it's just one, the two of us can fit.
"Are you hungry?" he whispered. He is awake. This one appears to be gazing over me. "I can ask them to serve our late dinner." I recall that our last meal was lunchtime. And it appears that I slept too long, as my stomach is grumbling.
I looked at him for a few seconds before kissing him. "I love you," I responded, beaming at him.
"All of a sudden?" he inquired. I nodded. "I'm hungry," I muttered.
"Alright. I'll ask for our meal." He kissed my forehead. "And I love you too."
Just as he had promised, the cabin crew cooked a late dinner for us. They served us a delicious medium-well steak with wine. I've been rushing through my first-class experience because I know I'll only get to do it once. We also watched several movies. I was very impressed by Ismael since, although he appeared drowsy, he never left me alone.
Our plane landed in Europe early in the morning, and I was astounded by the country's beauty and environment. No way. I never dreamed that I'd be here. I was unable to walk after the plane landed. How can I go to this location?
"Why is your mouth open? Are you waiting for my lips?" Ismael inquired when he received our bags. I want to cry because my heart is overjoyed. Here we are in France, specifically Paris. I hit myself multiple times, but I still can't wake up from this dream.
I stopped talking to myself when I felt Ismael's lips against mine. "My darling, this is real. You are here with me."
My lips curled downward as I hugged him securely around the neck. I spoke to him in tears. "Thank you, Ismael. Thanks for bringing me here." Even though he advised me to think of it as a work trip, I couldn't help but imagine we were on our honeymoon, despite the fact that we aren't married.
"No, thank you for coming here with me, my love," he replied, rubbing my back. I still cannot believe it. I remember crying because I missed him so much, but now we're back together. I believed he'd never come back to me. I thought we were not together anymore, but he proved me wrong. I've witnessed him compensate over the last two weeks for the days, weeks, and months I lost him. All I received from him was genuine love and affection. He took care of me like he's my husband. He only offered me to live with him, but he treats me as if it's true.
We booked into a neighboring five-star hotel, and I was astonished to see him carrying me like a child into the room. My arms and legs were clutching his torso as he dragged our two suitcases. I do not believe the two of us went on a business trip. He seemed to have forgotten why we came here—to visit and speak with his brother Danjer—based on what he was doing to me. Why would he bring me into the room like this? And why aren't I protesting?