Chapter 1060
Rupert’s gaze was sincere, and Annabel couldn’t help smiling as she looked at him. Having Rupert by her side was the greatest happiness in her life.
Rupert pulled the car over to the side of the road. Annabel leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, her hand resting on his wrist. “You’re so kind.”
That kiss lit a fire in Rupert’s chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. He stared at her for two seconds, full of longing, then captured her lips in a strong kiss, pouring all his passion into it.
Annabel melted into the moment, sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him back softly.
Rupert kissed her with intensity, but this time he was completely in control. Half a minute later, he finally let her go and looked at her adoringly. “I just want you to know that I’ll be with you no matter what happens. I won’t let you get hurt.”
“I know,” Annabel said with a smile, accepting his offer to go with her to Paris.
At ten o’clock the next morning, Rupert’s private plane was ready on the tarmac. The two of them went through security and boarded together.
“Everything should go smoothly this time,” Annabel said. After the last incident, she was still a little uneasy, though she wasn’t truly afraid anymore.
Rupert looked at her reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’m here with you. You’ll be fine.”
Annabel nodded.
It was about a seven-hour flight from Douburgh to Paris. At first, everything was normal. But two hours in, the plane suddenly jolted and began to shake violently.
Annabel gripped the hem of her clothes so tightly her fingers turned red.
Rupert noticed at once and pulled her into his arms. Then he turned to the stewardess. “What’s happening?”
“We hit some turbulence,” the stewardess explained. “But it’s alright now, Mr. Benton, Miss Hewitt. There’s no need to worry.”
Rupert nodded, thanked her, and began rubbing Annabel’s shoulder in a comforting motion.
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Annabel looked pale. It was obvious she hadn’t recovered from the sudden turbulence. The shaking had dragged her straight back to the memory of the plane crash—back then, they had also encountered rough air mid-flight. This time had felt even worse.
Fear clung to her.
After a moment, she grabbed Rupert’s sleeve and asked in a low voice, “Really? Are we really fine?”
“Yes, we’re okay,” Rupert replied softly, giving her a gentle look. He understood her fear and what haunted her. As long as he was beside her, he wouldn’t let anything hurt her.
Even if it…
…meant risking his own life.
“The stewardess said it was just a small air current,” Rupert added gently. “It’s fine now. We’ll be in Paris before you know it. Relax. Good girl.”
His comfort soothed her nerves. Annabel slowly slipped out of Rupert’s embrace and turned her face away uneasily.
Rupert knew she was probably embarrassed, so he didn’t mention it again.