His piercing gaze swept over to Alan, clearly displeased.
Seeing this, Alan quickly forced a smile and shuffled over to Connor's side, whispering, "Camila asked me to switch seats. I mean, I had to listen to the boss lady, right?"
The term 'boss lady' worked like a charm. Connor's expression softened considerably, even a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He nodded, signaling Alan to sit down.
Relieved, Alan quickly settled into his seat.
"Camila, can you pass me the documents?" Connor said, turning to the seat behind him.
Camila paused, Seriously? What documents?
She took a deep breath, rummaged through her bag, and found a takeout receipt, pretending it was something important as she walked over to Connor.
Through gritted teeth, she said, "Mr. Connor, is this what you're looking for?"
Connor struggled to suppress a grin, lightly touching her fingers, "Yes, thank you for the trouble."
Camila withdrew her hand, lowering her voice, "Connor, are you being childish?"
"Who told you to sit so far from me? Now I have to go hours without seeing you," Connor said with exaggerated innocence, pouting.
Looking around, Camila noticed everyone was busy with their own tasks.
She quickly pressed a vivid lipstick mark into the palm of her hand and then gently pressed it onto the back of Connor's hand.
"Mr. Connor, I'll head back to my seat," she said softly, taking the takeout receipt and returning to her seat.
Connor savored the warm touch on his hand and the faint imprint of lipstick, a slight smile playing on his lips. He was in a good mood.
Three hours later.
The plane landed at Angelhaven Point.
A car was waiting to take them to the hotel.
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