Meanwhile, after boarding the plane, Riley felt incredibly drowsy. She tried desperately to stay awake, terrified that if she fell asleep, she would have a nightmare and scare the surrounding passengers.
But she had barely slept the night before. She was utterly exhausted. Her eyelids kept drooping, and her brain felt like mush. Eventually, she drifted off without realizing it.
She had no idea that Sebastian St. John was sitting just beyond the curtain in the first-class cabin, keeping a close eye on her.
Seeing Riley close her eyes in sleep, Sebastian stood up and walked over to her row. He leaned down and politely whispered to the passenger sitting next to her, "Excuse me, would you mind switching seats with me?"
The passenger next to Riley was a young woman in her twenties. She had noticed Sebastian the moment he walked out of the first-class cabin.
He was simply too dazzling—strikingly handsome with an outstanding aura. His clothes were impeccably tailored, clearly custom-made, and the rare, polished wooden beads on his wrist carried a natural, dynamic texture that screamed wealth.
She considered herself well-traveled and had met her fair share of elite men, but a top-tier catch like him was incredibly rare. An absolute unicorn.
She had been plotting how to strike up a conversation and get his number, but to her surprise, he approached her first. Suppressing her inner excitement, she asked, "You're in first class. Do you really want to switch with me?"
"Yes."
The woman bit her lip shyly. "No problem. Could we add each other on social media?"
Sebastian tilted his chin slightly, gesturing toward Riley sleeping beside her. "I'm here to accompany her."
The woman turned to look at Riley. She was undeniably beautiful, but the woman felt she wasn't too bad herself. Refusing to give up, she added, "Having an extra option isn't a bad thing. We could just add each other as friends first."


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