CHAPTER HUNDRED-FIFTEEN: ANOTHER CHANCE

Alexander’s POV

I stood by the jet on the tarmac, nerves fluttering in my stomach. Catherine had finally arrived, and as soon as I saw her, a genuine smile broke across my face. I walked towards her, my heart racing. “You came,” I said, my voice filled with a relief and joy.

“I did,” she replied, her voice soft and steady.

I took her hand, feeling a surge of warmth at her touch, and guided her up the steps into the jet. Greta, the air hostess greeted us with a polite smile as we entered, and I nodded in acknowledgment. Catherine and I settled into the plush seats opposite each other. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, nothing else existed.

The air hostess returned with a tray of wine. We both took a glass, our fingers brushing lightly as we did. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “You look breathtaking,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks flushed with a delicate pink, and she murmured, “Thank you.”

The silence between us lingered, and even though we said nothing,