She asked Jerry in surprise, “Your private jet?”
“In your eyes, I'm just a poor actor who earns a living through acting, and I indeed don't look like someone who can afford a private jet.” Jerry walked over and sat down on the spacious couch.
Ever since the Benson family went bankrupt, their two private jets were gone as well. Now, even Charlotte had to buy plane tickets like a regular passenger when she traveled.
It had been quite a while since Charlotte had last flown on a private jet.
She sat down next to Jerry, wrapped her arm around his waist, and said, “The monthly maintenance cost for a private jet is quite expensive. Besides, don't you celebrities prefer buying stocks or yachts?”
Jerry replied, “Didn't you find sitting in the first-class cabin of an Airbus uncomfortable? I bought it specifically for you.”
“Really?” Charlotte's eyes lit up.
Jerry pinched her cheek. “Why would I lie to you? I'll send you a contact later. Whenever you want to go somewhere, just give him a call and he'll help you arrange everything.”
Charlotte leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. “Jerry, you're so nice! Spending my boyfriend's money is so much fun!”
Jerry shot her a sideways glance. “Can't I be the one who supports you financially?”
Charlotte playfully tapped his nose. “No, because I'm too precious. I humble myself to be your girlfriend, so you'd better pamper me. Understand?”
“So how do you want me to pamper you?” He placed his palm on her hip as he grinned wickedly.
Charlotte was captivated by his unrestrained demeanor. Just as she was about to flirt with him, the steward said, “Excuse me,” and then pushed the cart in, causing her to swallow the words she was about to say.
The steward greeted the two of them and placed a delicate breakfast on the table.
Charlotte didn't have much of an appetite in the morning. She took a few bites of spaghetti and grabbed a few grapes from the fruit tray.
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