Chapter 62

Zoey's POV

I sighed and gripped my suitcase tighter. I hated the moment when all the passengers met their loved ones for the first time.

When everyone held up colorful posters, waved flowers, or had tears in their eyes.

And then there was me, the person who always waddled past the crowd and ignored the fact that I was never greeted so warmly. Okay, in front of the airport then, from Luka.

He didn't like airports, which is why he never stood in the crowd. I think he was just embarrassed to appear in front of other people with a sign and flowers.

"Is anyone sad because no one likes you?" Zane teased me from the side. I cheekily stuck my tongue out at him.

"Oh Tangazane, I still think you could be nice and pull my suitcase," I begged him indirectly, but he just laughed scornfully.

“I beg you, he weighs three times as much as you, so at least three hundred kilograms. Estimated," he then snapped. I pecked him indignantly.

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