Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 185: He Has Probably Already Moved On

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: He Has Probably Already Moved On

The fuselage suddenly lifted, gradually ascending into the clouds.

Josephine Thompson sat uneasily in her seat.

Her heart felt clenched by an invisible hand, even her breath carried a stinging pain.

Five minutes later.

The plane gradually stabilized.

Josephine instinctively rose, wanting to leave the first-class cabin.

She was worried that Nathaniel Gallagher was also on the plane.

Even more afraid of encountering him.

"Clatter!"

She cautiously opened the cabin door, carrying her bag, intending to find someone in business class.

However.

She had just left her seat.

In front, a tall and burly figure stood in the aisle, blocking it completely.

Josephine’s heart trembled, stiffly raising her eyes to look at the person.

On the opposite side.

An all-black suit, perfectly pressed, broad shoulders and narrow waist, standing as tall as a pine. A height of 192, carrying an extremely strong sense of pressure.

Boom!

Josephine’s mind exploded, instinctively retreating two steps.

The more she feared ghosts, the more she saw them.

Even just by the figure.

She could recognize who it was.

Nathaniel Gallagher slowly turned around, his handsome and cold face tempered with an impassable fierceness.

Their eyes met.

Like a ferocious beast overlooking a lamb ready for slaughter. Just a look could scare the prey to death.

Josephine’s whole body’s blood seemed to freeze instantly, as if falling into an ice cellar.

She instinctively retreated a few more steps, her back pressed against the cold cabin wall.

"You... Why are you here?"

Nathaniel Gallagher walked closer, each step seemed to tread upon her taut nerves.

"Nathaniel, what do you want to do?" Josephine was thoroughly panicked, planning to shout for help.

However...

Things didn’t go as she expected.

Nathaniel’s lips curved into a faint indifferent arc, as if he didn’t recognize her, "Please move, you’re blocking my path."

"..." Josephine’s heart exploded again, hastily stepping aside from the aisle.

Nathaniel didn’t glance at her again, directly walking past her towards the front row cabin.

Afterward.

He opened the cabin door, entered with a calm demeanor.

Josephine’s heart was in chaos, losing her composure for a moment.

Did he just let her go like that?

Separated for half a year.

She had been anxious all along, afraid he would retaliate.

However, he hadn’t contacted her in the past six months.

Now meeting face to face, she thought he would be furious and retaliate against her mindlessly.

Unexpectedly...

He was so calm, as if he didn’t know her.

Josephine was stunned for a few more seconds, her heart gradually settling back into her stomach.

"...Stop scaring yourself, maybe he’s just on a business trip to Vessia as well, just happened to bump into each other."

"Besides, he and Eleanor Churchill are already married, probably he has forgotten about me."

She comforted herself a few times, feeling a bit less anxious inside.

However, she was still cautious.

Carrying her bag, she headed towards business class.

Bodyguard Jimmy saw her approaching and quickly stood up to ask, "President Thompson, what’s wrong?"

Seeing all four bodyguards there, Josephine felt slightly more relaxed, "Oh, nothing, just coming to have a look."

"Alright, if you need anything, please feel free to instruct us."

Josephine: "Hmm, Jimmy, let’s switch places, you go sit in my seat in first class."

Jimmy was stunned for a moment, then understood, showing a difficult demeanor: "President Thompson, the seat privileges of first class and business class are not the same, I’m afraid..."

"No worries, I’ll talk to the flight attendant." Josephine interrupted him, her tone unequivocal and resolute.

No matter how indifferent Nathaniel behaved.

As long as she thought about him being in the cabin ahead, she felt restless, wanting to be as far away as possible.

Shortly after.

Josephine called a flight attendant.

After hearing her intention, the attendant hesitated too but couldn’t resist Josephine’s insistence, finally relented: "Miss Thompson, we will temporarily reserve your seat."

"If this gentleman wants to go to first class, he can apply for an upgrade."

"Okay." Josephine immediately agreed.

As long as she could leave that suffocating space, this restriction was nothing.

She carried her bag, headed towards Jimmy’s business class seat.

Although the space here wasn’t as spacious as first class, it somehow made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Across several rows.

She could see the other three bodyguards cautiously observing their surroundings, feeling more secure inside.

...

Five hours after the plane took off.

Josephine’s back ached sitting in business class.

Even though business class was more spacious than economy class.

It couldn’t compare to first class.

Moreover, the seat couldn’t recline completely, nor let her sleep as if lying on a bed.

Jimmy and Drew noticed this and couldn’t help but persuade her, "President Thompson, the flight still has eight more hours."

"You better go back to first class to rest, there you can lie flat and take a break, otherwise you won’t last."

Jimmy’s tone was full of concern.

He knew Josephine hadn’t been resting well for the past half year; long flights were exhausting, holding out would only tire her more.

More importantly, President Grant ordered them to take good care of President Thompson, ensuring no mishaps.

Josephine rubbed her sore back, her brows furrowed.

Returning to first class.

Meant being in the same area with Nathaniel Gallagher.

And that invisible pressure made her feel uneasy all over.

But the business class seat was indeed uncomfortable, she feared she couldn’t last another eight hours.

"I’ll think about it." Her gaze instinctively drifted towards first class, hesitating for a while.

As she hesitated.

The flight attendant came by with a meal cart, smiling and asking, "Miss Thompson, would you like to dine?"

Josephine flipped through the menu.

The business class menu couldn’t compare to first class either.

She was hungry and sleepy, really wanting good sleep.

"Not for now, thank you."

"All right."

"President Thompson, why aren’t you in first class? Why squeeze into business class?"

Josephine looked forlorn, "It’s nothing, I’ll go to the bathroom."

She instinctively got up.

At the bathroom.

Unfortunately.

She waited for over ten minutes, it constantly indicated occupied inside.

Moreover, the bathroom was shared.

She hesitated a moment before heading towards first class.

In first class.

Especially quiet.

Passengers kept their cabin doors closed, quietly staying in their compartments.

She instinctively glanced at Nathaniel Gallagher’s compartment.

The door was closed as well.

It had been five hours in total.

He hadn’t troubled her, nor had he left his seat.

"...Maybe it’s just me overthinking."

"Nathaniel might be vile, but... After all, he’s also a business mogul, his temperament shouldn’t be so petty."

"Moreover, I haven’t done anything to wrong him. Even if I disrupted his wedding, it was just a slight revenge on him, didn’t cause him any substantial harm, why would he retaliate against me? Why should I fear him?"

"I’ve been avoiding him, instead it seems like I’m guilty."

Josephine consoled herself, calmed down, and returned to her seat with a forced composure.

No reason to be afraid of him.

Being so timid, it made her appear petty, like she hadn’t let go.

He had already reentered marriage, started a new life.

Why would he care about her, his ex-wife?

Back in her seat.

Josephine finisheed in the bathroom.

She lay on the seat, stretching her limbs.

The seats in first class were indeed much more spacious, reclining lightly made it flat, like a narrow bed.

Also, it had a private bathroom. She could use the toilet and even take a shower.

Josephine Thompson’s taut nerves slightly relaxed.

Fatigue surged like a tide, and her eyelids grew heavier.

In a daze, she felt someone tucking her blanket. The touch was light, with a familiar coolness, reminiscent of countless nights when he would tuck the blanket corners for her.

Perhaps she was too tired, for she quickly fell asleep after lying down.

It was not a deep sleep.

Even asleep, her nerves were still taut.

...

Two hours later.

Josephine Thompson woke up groggily.

She glanced at the time.

"How come I’ve only slept for two hours, ugh, still six hours to go."

She quietly opened the compartment door, cautiously peeking outside.

The other compartments were still quiet.

And Nathaniel Gallagher’s compartment door remained closed, he hadn’t left it.

If she hadn’t seen him board the plane herself, she might have thought it was just an illusion.

Josephine gently closed the door.

She hadn’t eaten anything since boarding the plane.

Now her stomach was growling with hunger.

After a little while.

She pressed the call button for service.

Planning to eat something, then take a quick shower.

Two minutes later.

A flight attendant came over, politely inquiring, "Hello madam, is there anything you need?"

"I’d like a steak, a salad, and seafood mushroom soup."

"Alright, madam. Would you like a beverage?"

"An ice lemon soda, please."

"Certainly, madam."

After the flight attendant left.

Josephine exhaled deeply, her gaze falling on the tightly shut cabin door.

The door was like an invisible barrier.

It separated the two compartments but couldn’t block the swirling thoughts in her mind.

He better remain calm like this.

Both of them letting go, genuinely wishing the best for each other.

Twenty minutes later.

The flight attendant came by with a trolley.

"Madam, your order has arrived, please enjoy."

"Thank you."

The steak was seared crisp on the outside and tender inside, drizzled with black pepper sauce, glistening with oil, and filled the air with a delicious aroma.

The seafood mushroom soup had a thin layer of cream floating on top, its scent drifting with the steam.

Josephine picked up the knife and fork, but didn’t have much appetite, merely slicing the steak absentmindedly.

The neighboring compartment remained silent, without the slightest noise.

She suddenly recalled the times they flew together to The Azure Atolls for a vacation.

He was like that too.

Starting work as soon as he boarded the plane.

Yet he would silently slide her plate over when she couldn’t cut the steak, cutting it into small pieces before pushing it back to her.

Actually...

He was quite good to her.

Whether pretending or sincere.

During their four years of marriage, he played the good husband role very well.

If he hadn’t deceived her, hadn’t schemed against her, hadn’t had a first love.

To be honest...

She would have loved him for a lifetime.

It’s a pity.

The more beautiful something is, the easier it bursts like a bubble.

A gentle blow, and the bubble bursts, vanishing into thin air.

"Ding—"

The collision of the knife and fork with the porcelain plate produced a crisp sound, interrupting her thoughts.

Josephine came back to herself, smiling ruefully.

After all this time, why think about these things? 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She hastened her pace to finish eating, pushed the plate aside, and got up to the private restroom.

Warm water flowed from the shower, washing over her cheeks, rinsing away a bit of her fatigue.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

There were still remnants of weariness and grief in her eyes, but she was much more composed than when she boarded the plane.

Perhaps, she really could let go.

...

Out of the restroom.

The flight attendant had already taken away the plates.

She adjusted her seat flat, intending to sleep again.

This sleep.

Lasted until the plane was about to land.

The entire flight.

Was rather smooth.

Besides encountering Nathaniel Gallagher, there were no other surprises.

Thankfully, Nathaniel didn’t make things difficult for her either.

"Dear passengers, the plane is about to land, please gather your belongings, and do not leave anything behind..."

The announcement had just ended.

Josephine stood up to organize her luggage.

Her movements weren’t fast, her fingertips trailing over the suitcase zipper birthed a strange sense of melancholy.

This flight.

Was as calm as a stagnant pool, but only she knew the turbulent emotions hidden beneath the surface.

She picked up her bag and walked out of the compartment.

And bumped right into Nathaniel Gallagher, also preparing to disembark.

He was still the picture of indifference, carrying a briefcase, walking steadily.

"Excuse me." He spoke, his voice as emotionless as when they arrived.

Josephine stepped aside, her gaze falling on his wrist.

He wore a Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist.

This was the watch she personally chose for his thirtieth birthday.

The watch glimmered in the light.

She hurriedly averted her eyes, quickly walking towards the cabin door as if something were chasing her.

After getting off the plane.

Through the long corridor, she saw Jimmy and the bodyguards waiting at the exit.

"President Thompson."

Jimmy took her suitcase, "The car is already waiting outside."

"Hmm." Josephine nodded, not pausing, walking straight out.

Passing the VIP channel entrance.

She instinctively glanced back.

Nathaniel Gallagher was being surrounded by a group of people heading in, his back straight, not turning around.

It seemed like he was indeed on a business trip.

Sunlight streamed through the airport’s glass wall, falling on her with warmth.

Josephine took a deep breath, brushed away all those miscellaneous thoughts.

Once the plane landed, it was a new beginning.

She stepped towards the exit, the sunlight casting a long shadow behind her, pure and decisive.

As for that figure among the crowd, it was ultimately left behind, along with those irretrievable pasts, sealed in this long flight.

Stepping out of the arrivals hall.

Amidst the bustling crowd, a figure holding a sign stood out.

The sign read "Miss Josephine Thompson" in both Chinese and English, with a small smiling face drawn beside it.

The sign was held by a young girl in her twenties, with a neat ponytail.

When she saw Josephine, her eyes lit up, and she immediately waved, "Miss Thompson! Over here!"

Josephine walked over, and the girl quickly folded up the sign, smiling as she extended her hand, "Hello Miss Thompson, I’m Anna, the assistant sent from the sanatorium. Your grandfather specifically asked me to ensure you arrived safely."

"Thank you." Josephine shook her hand, her fingertip touching the warmth of her palm, her heart feeling a bit more settled.

"It’s no trouble at all! Your grandfather has been talking about you since early this morning, said he wanted to come personally, but we persuaded him to let you rest well after the long flight."

Anna spoke naturally as she took the boarding case from Josephine, "The car is just outside, shall we go?"

"Okay." Josephine nodded, following along.

Jimmy and the other bodyguards followed suit, maintaining a close but respectful distance.

"Miss Thompson, please get in the car."

"Gentlemen, this car can’t fit everyone, please take the one behind."

Josephine glanced at the car interior.

The driver was an Eastern Marches native, wearing a gentle smile.

The back seat had a bouquet of flowers on one seat, leaving room for only one person.

Anna wore a warm smile, "Miss Thompson, please get in the car, your grandfather must be impatiently waiting..."