In the past, perhaps he had been too domineering, too possessive. That was why he had suffocated her, forcing her to leave him.
This time, he swore it would be different. He would watch over and protect her.
They were on a tight schedule. After leaving the hospital, they immediately boarded a private jet to fly back home. It was a long, fourteen-hour journey, and Ashley Bowen fell asleep not long after takeoff.
Yuri Sinclair held her in his arms, pulled the blanket over her, and gently held her small hand, gazing unblinkingly at her sleeping face.
This blissful moment felt like a dream. He truly wished no more trouble would ever come between them, that they could just stay happy like this forever.
'I hope…'
On a speedboat, the sun blazed outside. Ashley Bowen opened her eyes, wondering why she was here.
'Wasn't I on the private jet with Yuri Sinclair, flying home?'
