The flight had been flying for three hours. Since it was a private jet, Rhea couldn't find out which direction they were flying. She was still a confusing mess. That only thing that once in a while calmed her was Ryan.
Rhea wasn't even wearing a wristwatch because she directly came to the airport from the hotel after the ball. Rhea slightly turned to him. He was looking at her, this time with much amusement.
"Where are you taking me?" she frowned, trying to look intimidating. His smile explained to her that he found her face rather funny than intimidating.
"You'll know in just..." he paused them and looked at his wristwatch. "...just thirty minutes," he said.
Rhea impatiently pulled his wrist to her.
-23:45-
