My heart pounding loudly to think Quinn is somewhere in this airport. I looked up at the digital clock in front of me to check the time. 

11:30 A. M.

Soon we will board the plane. We just finished checking in, and so we have to wait for our flight call. I let Uncle Martin and Aunt Lydia walk ahead. Mimie is following them but I intend to take gradual steps, falling behind to look around to find Quinn. But I cannot find him.

I wonder if where is he.

The airport packed as usual. There are no more available seats, and so I stand in the corner.

"Ca.s.sie, are you okay there? Come, take my seat."

"Um, I am fine here, Uncle Martin. I prefer to sit on the floor."

"Are you sure?"

"Hum!" The truth is, I want to stay here to spot Quinn easily.

"Okay. Here, take this Ca.s.sie to buy something you would like while we are waiting for the flight."

"Thank you, Uncle Martin!"

I thanked him. Uncle Martin gives me a 50 Euro bill. I look around to choose which coffee shop I buy something to drink.

I stride toward the closest Café. The crew in front of the counter greeted me in French. I greeted back and then made my order.

Before I can pay my Hot Chocolate order, a guy stood next to me and began ordering for himself.

"Café Espresso," he ordered.

My hand rested on my side, and I could feel his left hand rubbing the back of my palm. His fingers sliding down, slowly gripping my hand. Our distance is not too close but not too far, but no one would notice that our fingers intertwined.

Quinn's hand is warm. I tightened my grips as I felt colder inside the airport.

"I want to kiss you."

My mouthed dropped on the floor from his boldness. I am glad Quinn speaks in my native language. I partly glance on my left side and over my shoulder if anyone would understand this language.

The people around just ignoring us, it means, no other speaker of my language is nearby. So I replied to Quinn.

"Behave, Quinn," I mumbled, squeezing his fingers. He chuckled at me and replied.

"I am always behaving." he denies, but he more sounded jesting.

"Mr. Shun Crow, I am warning you." I ride on his jests.

This time, it was Quinn who looks at me unbelievably, his mouth dropped open. I heard him chuckles s.e.xily and my heart beating crazily. He was more like seducing me.

"If you want to put up some restriction, then how about, stop seducing me?"

Quinn partly leans and whispered behind my ears. My eyes grew wider and I quickly glance over my shoulder to check out if Uncle Martin hasn't watched in my direction. I saw him talking to some executive, he must be his colleagues or his boss. Lydia was retouching her make-up and Mimie was busy taking a photo of herself. I am safe! 

I then turned to Quinn and gave him a warning gaze. "Does my get-up are seductive?" I gestured my whole attire.

I wore a pink sneaker. Tight pants, high-neck long sleeves, and a hoodie.

"Excuse me, future Mrs. Williams. You need not wear revealing clothes or strip in front of me."

Quinn expressed whispering at me, and his warm breaths tickle my ears.

"Just the way your body sway is enough to seduce and made me crazy about you."

Quinn added that it causes my cheeks to flush red. I want to pinch him but might Uncle Martin notice that I flirted with a stranger man.

Pretending it was like nothing between us, I noticed the guy in the nearest stool in the right corner of this café. He is observing and partly smiled at us... like showing that he understood what we are talking about. Blus.h.i.+ng, I looked away. Gladly that Quinn mentions I am his fiancée. It was not awkward for the people who understood my language.

The barista finished preparing my hot chocolate and gave it to me. At the same time, Quinn's coffee has gone brewing.

I don't want to let go of Quinn's hand, but we need to separate. I go back to where I stood earlier and sit on the floor. Slowly, I sip the hot chocolate. I saw Uncle Martin glances in my direction. Thank G.o.d he did not see me who's been too close with some guy awhile ago.

Not too long, Quinn sits behind me. He is facing the wall and so Uncle Martin won't see his face and won't notice we are talking.

"Ca.s.sandra, at the moment, we are saving you from the execution once you sailed to Korea."

Quinn shared with me. He's already sharing everything that happens to them in that period, and I was very amazed.

"Quinn, are you telling me I am engaged to a prince that looks exactly like brother Kenneth and brother Ken?" I asked.

"Yes. But, if you go, you will face the prosecution."

"Is there any reason that I will face a punishment of death?"

"You are pregnant."

"What?" It shocked me to learn this news. "Madison, I mean, Carlene is our child. And I was only got pregnant in Canada, not here in France. By chance, are any changes happening?"

"I am uncertain about that, but no one knows yet, but only me and Marivella."

"What do you mean, Quinn?"

"She just learned about it a while ago, during the Gala. I haven't told Levi and Madison yet, because Marivella made a request that I won't tell anyone."

"She wants to hide this from Carlisle?"

"In what I could see in her, she is confused by now. But I already made the plan. Because you don't want to elope with him, I suggest to them to kidnap you and hide you."

"Huh? How silly!" I giggled but also, my heart filled with antic.i.p.ation. "But Quinn, why am I hiding this from you? What she's afraid of? Am I choosing to die instead with the child?"

I can't imagine something like this happens to me in the past. Quinn and I have a first child before Madison? What happens to that child? Why the book is telling differently?

"Ca.s.sie." Uncle Martin called me out. "Let's go. Who is that?"

"Ahm... that?" I glanced at Quinn. I instantly sat up without saying goodbye to him when uncle Martin called for me. But I am going to see him again soon anyway.

"Uncle, he just asks something. He could speak our language fluently."

"I see... Okay, come on."

I nodded at him. Uncle Martin began striding toward the gateway and so I followed.