Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 565

"Yeah." Arabella nodded, feeling a thrill of excitement. She was close to getting her pilot's license.

"Your skills are solid. Just keep a cool head tomorrow and you'll ace it," Lucas reassured her.

"I will," she replied with a slight smile before climbing into the cockpit.

Lucas watched her run through the drills, continually nodding, his eyes filled with approval.

"Arabella's looking more and more natural up there." Brielle's voice chimed in suddenly, causing Lucas to jump.

He turned and frowned at her. "Do you have to sneak up on people like that? You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"That's your problem." Brielle shrugged, a playful gleam in her eyes. "You were so busy watching her, you totally zoned out."

"Whatever," Lucas muttered, glancing away—though he did look a little caught.

Brielle shot him a knowing, slightly smug look and rolled her eyes.

Got you.

"Why are you still hanging around? Don't you have a class to get to?" Lucas pressed, trying to sound stern.

"None of your business," Brielle retorted, lifting her chin defiantly.

Lucas faced her fully now, his tone dropping into a warning. "If you're not going to follow the rules, maybe you should find another instructor. I don't think we're a good match."

"You—!" Brielle huffed, but she knew she had to back down. Without another word, she spun around and headed off to class.

She'd finally memorized the control panel well enough to move on to theory lessons.

Once Brielle was gone, Lucas let out a low, satisfied chuckle.

That showed her.

A while later, Arabella finished her practice session and stepped down from the plane.

"Really smooth. Just fly like that tomorrow—stick to what you know—and you'll do great," Lucas praised.

Arabella nodded. "Got it."

"So after the test tomorrow, how about we grab a bite? You know, to celebrate you getting your license," Lucas suggested, hope flickering in his eyes.

Arabella thought it over for a second, then agreed. "Sure, that sounds good."

"Awesome. It's a date," Lucas said, unable to hide his enthusiasm.

"Arabella, what are you two plotting?" Brielle's voice piped up again.

"Nothing you need to worry about," Lucas snapped, visibly annoyed. She always had to stir the pot.

Brielle wrinkled her nose at him. "I wasn't asking you."

Then she turned to Arabella, her expression softening. "Arabella, come on, can't I know?"

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