Chapter 134 Plea
Chapter 134 Plea
“I swear on Zacharias‘ miserable life. If you help her, I’ll stand by you with everything I have.”
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Jessica’s words carried power. If there was ever a fight for the throne of Anneliese’s partner, her voice would hold the deciding weight.
Whether Jonathan passed her test or not depended on what he did next.
And she trusted that he was sharp enough to see it.
“Head to the airport.”
Jonathan didn’t answer Jessica. He gave the order straight to Zion.
Zion had been waiting for it.
He smoothly changed lanes. “Yes, Mr. Fullbuster.”
Anneliese blinked in confusion. Jessica’s voice cracked with gratitude, but Anneliese only stammered, caught between surprise and doubt.
“How are you helping me exactly?”
Jonathan’s tone stayed calm. “I happen to be flying there. I’ll take you with me.”
Anneliese froze.
She had heard of carpooling, but this was the first time someone had offered her a seat on a private flight.
“Seriously? That’s too convenient.”
The coincidence hit like a slap. It felt outrageous, the kind of story a person wouldn’t believe even if a stranger whispered it on the street.
Could he really expect her to swallow it?
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The thought she had shoved away last night returned, uninvited.
But Jonathan’s sharp features carried no shame and no trace of a joke.
“Yes. You’re lucky. Life is handing you a free pass.”
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Anneliese stayed quiet. Her eyes burned with doubt, as if silently accusing him of lying right to her face.
Jonathan exhaled as if he was tired of proving himself. “You don’t trust me? Then ask Mr. Harland to pull up my schedule.”
Anneliese tilted her chin. “Fine. Show me.”
Zion almost choked on his breath.
Why couldn’t she just accept it?
Jonathan didn’t let him stall. “Mr. Harland, show her.”
At the next intersection, Zion eased the car to a stop. He reached for his tablet, opened Jonathan’s calendar, and zoomed into a single event before tilting it toward her.
Anneliese read every word. Jonathan was listed as a speaker at an Aviation Department seminar on carbon reduction policy, and the venue was Riveraton.
Her stomach flipped.
The light turned green, and Zion quickly tucked the tablet away before she could look closer.
Thankfully, he had been clever. Jonathan was scheduled to attend the event, but it was slated to happen three days later.
He had zoomed in close enough to hide the date.
Jonathan’s voice was smooth. “It just means I’m arriving a little early. Half a day sooner, that’s all.”
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Anneliese seemed to accept it. Her gaze lingered on him.
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Jonathan felt the weight of her stare crawling under his skin. It unsettled him.
Yes, she looked eager and intent, but it wasn’t the look a woman gave a man.
It was the way people looked at a lucky charm.
The realization struck him just as she spoke.
“Nice to meet you. I’ve seen enough. Mr. Fullbuster–you’re my lucky charm.”
She said it plainly while extending her hand toward him.
Zion bit back a sigh.
He didn’t dare glance into the rearview mirror. He didn’t want to see the look on his boss‘ face.
What is Ms. Claude doing? he thought.
First, she claims the CEO reminds her of her best friend, and now she is calling him her lucky charm. Does she not see that the man wants to be her lover, not her lucky token?
Poor Mr. Fullbuster.
Even Jessica, still listening through the phone, froze.
From the moment Jonathan agreed to her request, she had stayed silent, waiting for Anneliese to thank him properly.
Instead, her friend twisted the knife.
Lucky charm?
Yeah, you can go ahead and call him your guardian angel, she thought.
Jessica pressed her hand to her forehead. She could almost feel Jonathan’s irritation through the line, heavy and storm–like.
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She pictured his face turning stiff with it.
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Yet Jonathan’s expression didn’t change. His features stayed composed, his eyes unreadable.
But his gaze lowered to her slender hand. He didn’t take it.
His fingers curled tight, as though he was fighting the urge to drag her close and make her finally see the hunger he kept hidden.
His eyes stayed locked on her hand, and when he spoke, his voice was low and rough. “Curl your fingers.”
“Huh?”
Anneliese blinked but followed anyway.
“Bend your elbow.”
She did. Her knuckles hovered awkwardly near her ear.
“Now knock left.”
Her hand tapped against her own head with a dull thud.
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