"I'll get us some water," he said, stepping aside and gesturing to the plush seating area outside the room.
"Sit. Before you fall."
Still wary but too tired to argue, Lina gave a silent nod and followed the man as he turned, his stride confident and measured down the polished aisle of the jet.
Her feet were heavy with exhaustion, her thoughts scattered, but her instincts remained sharp. She didn't know if he truly trusted her—or if this hospitality was simply a matter of etiquette, a gentleman's impulse to protect a stranded woman.
Was he just being kind?
Or was he buying time, figuring out who she was before deciding whether to toss her out mid-air?
His expression remained unreadable, carved in stern lines and aristocratic calm, the kind of face that didn't easily betray emotion.
His commanding presence was enough to send grown men stiffly into attention, as proven earlier when his guards obeyed with a single glance.
