In the front row, Quentin looked at the person sitting next to him. The magazine had turned to a certain page, and that page had not been turned again. The plane flew for almost ten hours, and it was exactly midnight when they arrived in the Maldives. The sky was pitch black. However, the airport was bustling, with many travelers coming and going, the noise too lively to allow for any semblance of nighttime quiet. The cabin door opened, and everyone gathered their things and disembarked. Ava had taken a long enough nap and was in great spirits. Jace had already let go of her hand, put away the blanket, and tidied up everything on the table. Ava stood up, stretching lazily. She looked at the darkness outside the window; it was so dark that the distant lights couldn’t be seen. She withdrew her gaze, turned her body around, and withdrew her hand to help Jace tidy up. But as she withdrew her hand, she suddenly struck someone with a bang. Ava instinctively looked over, and in an instant, she froze. The person in front of her stood up, his back to her, dressed in a dark suit, with broad shoulders. Because he was tall, his head almost touched the top of the cabin. Even when he stood up, the light in front of her dimmed instantly... Like a shadow enveloping Ava... A cloud hanging over Ava’s head... As if, the next moment there would be lightning and thunder... Ava stood there stiffly, her eyes widening with incredulity as she looked at the person in front. If it were anyone else, she might not recognize his back, but Poe Vaughn, she could recognize his back in an instant. Tall, upright, indifferent, distinguished. No one else could combine all these words except him... He... wasn’t he on a business trip? How could he be here??? Countless question marks appeared on Ava’s face, the few words of sorry just stuck in her throat, unable to come out. Meanwhile, Quentin sensed the gaze from behind, looked over, and saw Ava looking at Poe Vaughn. His lips moved, wanting to say something, but seeing the person next to Ava, his lips eventually closed, nodding to Ava. Ava saw Quentin, her mouth moved, wanting to say something, but then she thought of something. Quickly glanced at Jace beside her, then at Lauren Howell behind. Instantly, she closed her mouth and withdrew her gaze. She couldn’t reveal their relationship, couldn’t let anyone know they knew each other. Even though this person was too heartless, she was determined to uphold the spirit of the contract. Ava’s lips pressed tightly, immediately bending down to pack with Jace: "Let me help." Jace looked at her outstretched hand, smiled: "No need." He tidied up the things and handed her bag to her: "Let’s go." Ava wondered how he was also on this flight, could he be on a business trip to the Maldives too? Even though it felt too coincidental, she didn’t think he was stalking her, he would never do such a thing. On the contrary, if he knew she was on this flight, he might think she was stalking him? Thinking of this, all of Ava’s chaotic thoughts disappeared. After all, she hadn’t stalked him, if he thought so, there was nothing she could do. Not thinking further, Ava nodded: "Okay." Without noticing that Jace was holding her bag, she stepped out first. Lauren Howell watched from behind as the two in front stood together like a perfect couple, the more she looked, the more satisfied and enamored she became. She hadn’t seen Poe Vaughn and Quentin in front. If she just shifted her gaze a bit elsewhere, she would also see Poe Vaughn and Quentin, the two who sent Ava to the hospital that night. Poe Vaughn paused briefly after being hit, and it was such a short moment that Quentin greeted Ava and by the time his gaze fell on Poe Vaughn, Poe had already moved away. As he left, the temperature around seemed to drop. Quentin watched the person stride out of the cabin, immediately following. Without time to instinctively glance at Ava. "I’ve already booked the hotel, when we get there, just wash up and rest, we’ll talk about work tomorrow." Ava watched that tall and indifferent figure quickly disappear from sight, her heart scoffing. Look at him rushing off as if wanting to put distance of eighty thousand miles between them. Jace’s words fell into her ears, Ava withdrew her gaze, "No problem." "But I just had a nap, can’t sleep now, I want to eat something." Jace smiled: "Then let’s go together." Ava looked at him in surprise: "Aren’t you resting?" Jace’s smile spread: "I, like you, had a good long sleep." Indeed he had, holding her hand, he slept a more peaceful sleep than ever before. Waking up and seeing her next to him, he couldn’t believe it, fearing everything before him was a dream. Ava blinked: "Alright then, my treat!" Jace was taken aback: "...Hmm?" "Why are you treating me again?" This invitation surprised and confused him. Ava spread her hands, her face helpless: "You’ve been accommodating me all along, now let me accommodate you a bit." "People, it’s mutual, you know?" She patted his shoulder, giving him a knowing look. Jace chuckled: "Alright, okay." The two agreed and walked out of the airport. Lauren Howell stood behind, watching the expressions on these two, listening to their words, her heart sweet as honey. Indeed, love is sweet when seeing others in love. Lauren Howell understood perfectly, as soon as they reached the hotel, she said she was tired and needed sleep, leaving Ava and Jace undisturbed. Even when Jace offered to invite her to eat, she declined. Ava admired Lauren Howell’s understanding, thinking she could take her along everywhere in the future. Ava and Jace went to eat, it was Chinese food, but this time ordered completely light dishes, as usual by Ava. Not a single dish was spicy. Jace knew her intention, so he told her he was going to the restroom and secretly ordered a few spicy dishes for Ava alone. Thus, when an array of dishes was served, Ava was stunned. "I didn’t order that many." Jace smiled and said, "I did, you eat the spicy ones, and I’ll have the non-spicy ones." Ava felt a surge of warmth from the bottom of her heart, something she couldn’t even control herself. She looked at Jace, his eyes watching her gently in the light, and her heart stirred: "Jace, thank you." No one doesn’t want to be cherished by someone, she does too. But how many people in this world can truly, sincerely cherish themselves? She never expected or prayed, yet she never thought such a person would appear. She was really, indescribably moved. Jace looked at the person in his sight, her eyes extraordinarily bright, like a jewel under the moonlight, so clear and serene. He shook his head, speaking softly: "Ava, in my heart, you’re very important." "So, don’t say thank you." There was something in his eyes, but he eventually suppressed it, showing her the usual gentle smile, so that she wouldn’t feel any burden. Ava’s heart moved again, unconsciously. She lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating. Her lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end, she didn’t speak the words. She wanted to say, if there’s a chance, she would try with him. To have a romantic relationship with him.