The night air was cool, a gentle breeze slipping through the car window and lifting the strands of hair framing her face. They fluttered across her vision, briefly distracting her, yet she could still clearly see his eyes. At that moment, the unease and uncertainty stirring in her chest melted away, replaced by an inexplicable sense of calm.

It felt as though there was nothing he couldn’t handle.

As long as he wanted to.

Jolie smiled softly and said, “Alright.”

When they arrived at the private airstrip, the captain came forward to exchange a few words with Gavin. Standing nearby, Jolie watched and couldn’t resist asking, “How long will you be staying?” Gavin glanced at her. “How long do you want me to stay?”

The overly intimate tone of his words, spoken with such casual ease, caught her off guard. Her cheeks flushed immediately-especially since there were others around to hear it.

Lowering her gaze shyly, she murmured, “You can stay as long as you want.”