So they ended up leaving the town after only staying in the hotel for one night.
It was just that they didn't take the train this time around but a flight.
When Quill was booking the flight ticket, Vera was leaning against his arm, looking at it. Suddenly, she asked, "Why did you choose to book a flight? Is it because you find traveling on the train a pain in the a*s?"
Hearing that, Quill paused for a second before he looked at her, "Do you want to take a train? I don't mind."
"No, no." Vera shook her head hard and said, "The plane it is. The train is too hectic."
If she bumped into another woman like Dahlia, it would be exasperating.
"Are you sure?"
"Yep!"
Thus, Quill booked two flight tickets scheduled to fly that night.
When they boarded the plane, Vera looked embarrassed. "Um, I told my parents I left for a breath of fresh air. But it has barely even been a few days. Will it be too..."
Quill fastened her seatbelt for her as he said, "Just tell them the truth."
"The truth? No way... That'd be weird."
"Weird? What's so weird about it? I'll go with you; I'll explain."
"No, no way!"
It would be weirder if he went home with her. Thus, Vera shook her head and said sullenly, "I'll just go back myself."
Then, she asked, "When will we land?"
"Midnight."
At midnight? Vera thought she would disturb her parents if she went home at that time.
"Why don't we go to my place first, hmm? You can go home and explain tomorrow."
"Yeah, okay."
Although they had reconciled, Vera still felt rather awkward because of what had happened. In short, their relationship wasn't as close as before their argument.
Thus, they kept quiet when there was nothing to talk about.
After the plane took off, the lights were turned off.
Quill held her hand and comforted her, "Don't
worry."
His words made her feel inexplicably at ease. After that, she stopped worrying and spaced out.
Nash was waiting for them at the airport. After sending them to Quill's private villa, he left.
Quill carried Vera's suitcase while she followed him. While walking, she suddenly sneezed.
"Achoo!"
"Achoo!"
One sneeze came after the other. Confused, Vera wondered what was going on.
She rubbed her itchy nose and said, "Am I catching a cold?"
Stumped, Quill turned to look at her and asked, "Could it be because of me?"
Vera asked in astonishment, "You've caught a cold?"
"A little. I got caught in the rain that night."
However, he had always been able to recover quickly. But perhaps not entirely this time. What was worse, they had been quite intimate for the past couple of days.
It was possible he had really infected her.
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