Chapter 80. Pasta

Since boarding the plane, Primrose has remained cautious of Joel as usual, maintaining an extremely cold and distant attitude and not uttering a word to him. Joel had grown accustomed to the silence and indifference, so he didn't dare disturb her, sitting up straight with his back against the seat.

After a while, Primrose began to feel drowsy and quickly leaned back against the airplane seat, falling asleep. Joel made sure to carefully place a thin blanket over her to keep her warm before closing his eyes to rest as well. Waking up early had left their bodies tired and sleepy.

A few hours later, as Joel drifted into sleep, he felt a slight weight on his shoulder and a sweet fragrance wafting around his nose. He turned his head to look, and his gaze became even more tender as he saw that Primrose had rested her head on his shoulder and was sound asleep.

Her smooth white face had a faint rosy hue, her nose gently rising and falling with each breath, and her eyes