Arthur was taking heavy breaths, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hand gripped the wall of the plane for support.
"I'm never gonna do it again," he muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
He looked toward Elizabeth, who was on her knees on the floor of the plane, her body still trembling.
Her face was flushed a deep red, her breathing shallow and uneven. She looked dizzy, disoriented, as if the world was spinning around her.
Suddenly, she said in a low, trembling voice, "What did you do just now?"
Instead of replying, Arthur walked over to her and, without warning, picked her up in both of his arms—one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back.
Her eyes went wide in shock.
"What the hell?! Put me down this instant! I will never forget this humiliation, you hear me?!" she yelled, struggling weakly in his grip.
Instead of replying, Arthur walked toward the exit once again, carrying her effortlessly in both of his arms despite her protests.
