Ariana finally tore her gaze away from the ambulance and looked at George. "Yes, we did. And I'm grateful you were there with me." "Look at you," George said while chuckling. "You're a complete mess, you look like you rolled in mud and car oil."Ariana laughed, glancing down at her clothes, which were indeed covered in dirt and smudges from the rescue. "I guess I got carried away at that moment. But it was worth it. I couldn't just stand there and do nothing."George reached out and gently brushed some dirt off Ariana's cheek, a tender gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. "You were amazing, Ariana. Your instincts kicked in without a second thought, and you saved that little girl's life. I'm in awe of you."Ariana blushed slightly at his praise, feeling a warm sense of pride. She had always tried to be a good mother to Sydney, and in that moment, she had acted on her instincts as a protector. It was a role she cherished, not just with Sydney but also with the young girl they had

Ariana's irritation was evident, and she clenched her fists in her lap. She couldn't believe George was encouraging the attention from the flight attendant. It was as if he was intentionally trying to make her jealous.George played along, leaning back in his seat casually. "Well, Maria, I must say, I'm quite impressed with the service on this flight, but I wouldn't want to impose."Maria laughed softly, her eyes still locked on George. "Oh, it's no imposition at all. It's part of my job to ensure our passengers have a pleasant experience."Ariana felt a surge of frustration. It was clear that Maria was making advances on George, and he seemed all too willing to play along. She couldn't stand it any longer and decided to walk away to find a secluded cubicle within the plane.Excusing herself from the conversation, Ariana got up from her seat and made her way to the back of the plane, away from George and the persistent flight attendant. Her heart was racing with a mix of emotions, ang

Later that evening, Ariana returned to her hotel room feeling both mentally exhausted and excited. The successful meeting with the Thompsons had lifted her spirits, but it had also left her in need of a moment to relax and unwind, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness about the dinner party. She decided to take a moment for herself and indulge in a relaxing bubble bath before getting ready for the evening's event.As she soaked in the warm water, her mind kept drifting back to the meeting with the Thompsons and how they had thought she and George were a couple.After her relaxing bath, Ariana noticed a package placed on the table near the window. Curiosity piqued, she walked over and found that it was addressed to her. When she opened it, she was pleasantly surprised to find a stunning gown inside, accompanied by a note from George."To my amazing partner and friend, wear this tonight and shine as brightly as you did in the meeting. Looking forward to a wonderful evening togethe

Ariana blinked in surprise, her heart skipping a beat at George's sudden possessiveness. She felt her cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "George, what are you doing?" she whispered, glancing at Daniel, who now wore a bewildered expression."Oh, come on, Ariana. Can't I have a little fun too?" George replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "After all, it's not every day that I get to introduce my beautiful girlfriend to a charming stranger like Daniel here."Daniel awkwardly cleared his throat, sensing the tension between the two. "Uh, I didn't mean to intrude or cause any trouble. I'll leave you two to enjoy the rest of the evening," he stammered before making a quick escape.As soon as Daniel left, Ariana turned to George, her eyes narrowing angrily. "Girlfriend, huh?"George shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Well, can you blame me? He was practically drooling over you."Ariana frowned and rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself, you know. I don't need yo

Daniel Robertson was young, his hair still brown despite being almost thirty years old. But he didn't look like it. Instead of being youthful and carefree, his features appeared drawn, as if he had experienced the worst horrors imaginable. He had brown hair and brown eyes, but those eyes spoke of experience and sorrow. The kind of experiences that were hard to forget. He didn't look like someone who worked at a computer or corporate boardroom. He looked as though he had seen hell itself. He had a haunted aura about him, his dark brown eyes clouded over with sadness. Daniel was very quiet, which made him easy to spot in a crowd. His eyes betrayed the inner workings of his soul. Everyone noticed it instantly and took a step back in fear of getting caught in his whirlwind hurricane of emotions. That wasn't his intention at all. He was merely seeking refuge from the harsh realities of his life. He had a permanent frown etched onto his face, and it was a face that had seen things few ever