Hanging

The private plane in question was Arthur's private jet. It was different from ordinary commercial aircraft and the arrangement of seats inside was also different. There was a long soft sofa on the right side, luxurious private room, bathroom, television and even a bar table.

The saliva of the two poor girls almost fell from their lips. They both pinched each other's hands.

Sarah shouted, "Shit! Was this a dream? I've only seen it on the internet, even the real thing is much more luxurious!"

Livy nodded in agreement.

When the two entered, they were greeted with a soft sofa and immediately sat down hard. The sofa was beige with a soft brown blend. It was almost like a regular sofa covered in leather, but it was very comfortable to sit on.

This morning, they were in the same car. When she woke up in the morning, Arthur had already left, so Livy could only go with Sarah. She thought there would only be a few people on the plane, not many, but she was wrong. There were many bodyguards and maids.

A flight attendant approached her. "Miss, this place is exclusively for maids, you and your friends are asked to come inside. There is a special VIP room."

Livy stood up. "Oh, okay."

"I'll show you the way."

The flight attendant walked in first to guide.

Behind her, Sarah tugged at Livy's arm. "Hey, just a maid's place is this good. How's the VIP room?"

"I don't know. Let's see." Livy was also curious.

But her reason for rushing inside wasn't solely to see how luxurious the room was, she just wanted to see Arthur right away. She didn't know why Arthur had left first, but Jim had told her that Arthur had gone to the office early in the morning to take care of some things.

The VIP room was almost like a minimalist version of a hotel room, they guessed right, it was even more luxurious. Almost everything here looked expensive and was made of special materials that were well cared for.

There were four lounge sofas facing each other, each by the window. The sofa was a folding sofa that can be adjusted, there was a lever for the footrest, it could even be adjusted to be vertical for lying down. Behind the sofa, there was a private bedroom and bathroom.

Sarah's gaze was fixed on the luxury of the place, while Livy's gaze was on the one person sleeping on one of the sofas.

It was Arthur.

His hands that were on his stomach intertwined, his face looked calm, like he really slept soundly. There was a trace of inexorable exhaustion from under his eyes. His lips were dry and pale. But all in all, he still looked very handsome in his sleeping position.

Evander suddenly emerged from the private room and saw the two of them. He smiled. "Miss, you have arrived."

"Hey, who is he? He's hot," Sarah whispered, pointed at the bespectacled man who caught her eyes.

Livy looked at Evander who was still smiling. At the wedding, Evander was nowhere to be seen, so Sarah had never met him. Before she could answer, the person on the sofa woke up. He first opened his eyes slowly and looked at them with a calm look.

"You've come?" Arthur asked hoarsely.

Livy nodded. "Sorry. Did I wake you up?"

"No. I didn't sleep."

Arthur looked back at the window with distant eyes. He looked indifferent and couldn't be bothered. Livy felt very sad, but also understandable.

She recalled Arthur's words last night and her heart felt a little empty.

"I just checked the room," Evander said.

Arthur glanced at Livy. "You want to rest inside?"

"N-No need. This sofa looks fine, I'll sit here." Livy immediately sat down in front of Arthur, then quickly regretted her actions. Sitting opposite Arthur made her heart beat erratically.

"And your friend?"

Sarah knew he was referring to her, and she sat down nervously too. "Nice to meet you, I'm Sarah Grey, Livy's best friend. We've met before at a wedding. Well, and I'll be sitting here with Livy."

Arthur nodded.

At this time the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off.

Sarah said to Livy, "You are usually seasick, are you airsick too?"

"Sea is different from air. This place is also comfortable. Who would throw up in a place as good as this?" As Livy answered, she occasionally glanced at Arthur in front of her.

Evander who was sitting right in front of Sarah said, "Are you airsick? I'll have the flight attendant prepare a vomit bag and medicine for you."

Tsk! Why should that be clarified?

Livy grumbled. Since childhood she always vomited on long trips. She hoped this time she wouldn't throw up.

However, the prayer was not answered after the plane took off within an hour. Livy finally felt a surge of intense nausea and just threw up. At first she had restrained herself after feeling dizzy and unwell, eventually her strength gave up and she couldn't hold it in.

The flight attendant had prepared a vomit bag, so Livy didn't directly contaminate the plane.

"Do you have a headache?" Arthur, who had been nearby for some time, held her shoulder. To her left was Sarah who helped her hold the vomit bag.

"A little," Livy answered hoarsely, shedding a lot of tears and sweat. Now her throat hurts.

"You'd better rest in the room."

"I ..."

"Livy, come on, don't refuse, ok? I know you'd be like this when you're seasick. Lie down for a while and put some warm oil on your stomach, it'll be better." Sarah looked at her worriedly.

Livy's gaze fell on Arthur. Her eyes were teary from vomiting too hard, looking so pitiful. She was a little embarrassed remembering how she threw up on this expensive plane. She must have polluted the room with an unpleasant odor. With this in mind, she immediately agreed to lie down.

"I-I want to wash my mouth," she said.

A maid who was summoned earlier, cleaned up the vomit bag and sprayed some fragrance. Sarah stayed there while watching Arthur help Livy to the bathroom without even taking his hand off Livy's waist. She felt envy. Looked like getting married young wasn't bad, maybe she should look for a husband from now on, and she should get a rich man!

In the room, Livy was sitting awkwardly on the bed and Arthur was crouching downstairs unpacking the medicine box. As soon as Evander entered, he was stunned at this sight.

"Let me look for it. Give me the bag please," Livy felt bad.

Arthur didn't respond and still unpacked all the contents of the bag out.

"Let me ..."

"Stay still and obey," Arthur said coldly.

Livy fell silent.

Evander lightened the mood by giving Livy water and nausea medicine before crouching down. "What are you looking for?"

"Warm oil."

"It's in the smallest pocket." Evander told him.

The small pocket was immediately opened and the medicine was there. Arthur immediately stood up and gave it to Livy. "Do you often get motion sickness?"

"Not often." Livy took the warm oil and was about to take off her clothes, but she stopped and realized that there was two men here. "That's ... I can do it myself now, it's fine, don't worry."

Arthur pushed Evander's back. "You come out."

Evander came right out. Arthur turned around, stood still and stared at her.

'So why is he still here?' Livy grimaced inwardly.

"Why are you silent? Is it difficult to use the warm oil alone? Want me to help you?"

Livy stammered, clutching the buttons of her clothes. "N-No. J-Just ... why don't you come out? I-I ... I will ..."

Panicked, she immediately stood up and it was a fatal mistake because her head was so dizzy and the world was spinning fast in her eyes, she swayed forward. Arthur immediately caught her, helping her stand up straight.

"No need to do anything, let me help you." Arthur took a bottle of warm oil and poured it in his palm then looked at Livy.

"Huh?"

"Lift up your clothes a little, how can I smear this out?" Arthur said without intonation.

Livy's face turned bright red. "Th-That, th-that's n-no need. I-I c-could ..."

Her words were cut short when Arthur first grabbed her hand and lifted her front shirt slightly up. The warmth in her stomach instantly made Livy's face burn even more. There was a tingling sensation that she couldn't explain when Arthur's hand smeared the oil, she wanted to run away, but somehow her body tensed up.

Arthur, "Didn't you have breakfast this morning?"

Livy really wanted to jump off the plane!

Arthur's hand crept from her stomach left to right, his fingers slightly massaged. Livy felt a sense of amusement as well as a strange electric shock, she bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly.

"Why do not you answer?" His question sounded tempting, but Arthur's face remained flat. "Your skin is so cold."

Cold my ass!

She was very burnt. Her blood was burning!

"A-Arthur, th-this ... hngh ... n-not true. It's t-ticklish."

Arthur looked up, it was not clear what he was thinking from his expression. He took his hand out for a moment, took another drop of warm oil in his hand once more and rubbed Livy's stomach again. This time the movement was a bit provocative.

"Hngh ... uh."

Although the moans were very low, Arthur could hear them clearly in his ears. He secretly glanced at Livy, who was still biting her lip hard. At this close distance, he could see Livy's white skin was slightly red.

Arthur didn't know why he was doing this. He felt that the tempting here was Livy. The girl was caught off guard too much. He couldn't help it.

Suddenly, his hands gently pushed Livy's body until she was fully on the bed. He caught a glimpse of her shocked face. There was a strong medicinal smell between them, Arthur's hand was right next to Livy's head and the distance between them was very thin.

When Livy looked away embarrassed, Arthur pulled her cheeks to face him again.

"Don't use a helpless face in front of other people."

His voice was hoarse, his desires were a bit churning from within him, he almost lost control. Cupping her chin, he tilted his head, reducing their distance bit by bit.

Livy, who knew what was about to happen, immediately closed her eyes. Arthur stopped, stared at her for a moment, seeing her eyes closed, his expression changed. He got up from above her, rubbed her hair gently.

"Go to sleep. I'll be waiting outside. Call me if you need anything." Arthur said in a deep voice, as if he was holding something hard.

Livy, "..."

When Livy opened her eyes, Arthur was already walking out. He closed the door gently and left her alone.

'What the ...? What? Why? How? What the hell happened? What would he have done to me before?'

Livy was restless.

Did Arthur intend to kiss her? Why? Why did he have to push her into bed? Did he want to do 'that'?

Oh no!

Her face burned even more just thinking about that!

A few hours later, the flight attendant announced that the plane would be landing. Arthur quietly sipped his tea, every second he thought of Livy's overwhelmed face beneath him. He teased her unintentionally, he didn't mean anything bad, in the end he was the one who was seduced by the girl's innocence.

This was really unexpected.

Evander saw him smile suddenly feeling unaccustomed, "Anything good happened?"

Arthur's faint smile disappeared.

Evander pushed up his glasses. "I assume the answer is yes."

Arthur immediately put on a cold and nonchalant mode. Evander smiled with satisfaction, at least he was the only one who knew this unique side of Arthur Finnegan.

"You go down first. I'll take the two girls," he said.

Arthur agreed and went downstairs.

When Livy and Sarah also got off, they were immediately herded into the same car as Arthur, who had gotten in first. The atmosphere was not as lively as when they first boarded the plane. Sarah was still healthy and very happy, while Livy felt bad because she still jetlag, plus she still couldn't forget what happened in the room together with Arthur on the plane. Then now she had to sit down next to Arthur again. Her heart was not fine!

She secretly glanced at Arthur, who was sitting quietly staring out the window.

'Really! You can still act normal after doing that to me? Geez!'

But was Arthur really going to kiss her at that time? Or will he do 'something else'?

As her mind drifted to the second guess, she felt it was indecent, but secretly felt that it was possible. Her mind was immediately confused. She felt that she was almost going crazy just thinking about it.

Impossible! They were only a contract marriage, why would Arthur do 'that' to her?

Argh! Hell!

'Arthur, you better not hang me like this ever again!!!'

... to be continued ...