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    “First-ss service sure is something else,” she murmured to herself inwardly.


    She didn’t dwell on it any further and pulled out a book to pass the time.


    The announcement over the inte pulled her out of her book. “We will be serving lunch shortly. Today’s menu includes…”


    When the flight attendant came by with her meal, Yvonne smiled and thanked her. “Thank you for the nket. You can take it back now.” The flight attendant blinked.


    and returned her smile. “Oh, this nket isn’t ours. It must belong to the gentleman next to you.”


    Yvonne whipped her head to the side and was stunned to find Norton sitting next to her. “Norton! What are you doing here?”


    “What? Are you disappointed to see me?” Norton raised an eyebrow, but his lips curled into a smile.


    Yvonneughed nervously and shook her head. “Of course not! I’m thrilled.”


    “Then why didn’t you tell me you were heading back today?” Norton asked, his toneced with usation.


    Yvonne’s expression was sheepish. “I figured you were swamped with work. I didn’t want to bother you.”


    “Let me know next time,” Norton said softly before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.


    Yvonne leaned back reflexively, her cheeks flushed. “Noted.”


    Needless to say, their journey home was far from dull.


    When the nended, Norton carried Yvonne’s luggage, and they walked side by side through arrivals. “The driver should be waiting for us.”


    Yvonne thought about the ns she had made with Margie. She sneaked a nce at Norton, feeling a little helpless. He was sticking to her like a shadow, so her ns were as good as canceled.


    She had already wronged him by not telling him about her flight back home. Ditching him as soon as theynded would simply be too much. So she took out her phone and sent Margie a message. “I’m so sorry, Margie. My family is here to pick me up. Let’s have a meal some other time, okay?”


    Thankfully, Margie didn’t mind.


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    Norton grinned to himself. He was reading her phone over her shoulder, and it seemed that his wife still cared about him, after all. Norton’s car was waiting for them outside the airport. The driver walked up to them and took over the luggage.


    Ever the gentleman, Norton opened the door to the backseat and waited for Yvonne to settle in before getting in himself.


    They were just cruising onto the highway when Yvonne’s phone rang. She nced at the caller ID—Ethan. She instinctively stole a short, guilty nce at Norton.


    There was nothing between her and Ethan, but Norton always acted up whenever Ethan was brought up.


    When she still didn’t pick up after a while, Norton turned to her curiously. “What’s going on?”


    “Nothing special,” Yvonne replied almost immediately. Left with no choice, she answered her phone. “Hello, Mr. Marsh.”


    Sure enough, Norton’s expression darkened at the mention of Ethan’s name.


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