Isabelle spent most of the flight in a deep, peaceful sleep, her head resting comfortably against the plush headrest. Rayleigh, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern, watched over her fiancée.
Her hand remained clasped tightly in Rayleigh's, and she resisted the urge to pull away, wanting to give Isabelle the space and comfort she needed. When her fiancée stirred from her slumber, she only released Isabelle's hand, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
Ever since Isabelle had discovered the extent of Kritsana's obsession, a chilling fear had taken root in her heart. The realization that she had been unknowingly stalked by Kritsana for years while working for Thai Airlines had left her deeply shaken. The anxiety and paranoia had intensified after his last attack, making it nearly impossible for her to sleep soundly.
