CHAPTER 69 BEING AIRSICK

The others perked up their ears in anticipation of the answer, especially Lynette whose eyes bulged and overflowed with curiosity as they darted back and forth Henry and Yvonne.

The only one there who was not surprised was probably Joe.

Facing the executive's inquiry and everyone else’s inquisitive gaze, Yvonne got nervous with her palms sweating.

"Mr. Lancaster and I... We...” She bit her lips and stuttered, not knowing how to answer with her blank mind.

"We came together." Henry picked up from where she had left off.

Yvonne looked at him flabbergasted. "Mr. Lancaster..."

What did he mean? Was he going to divulge their relationship?

Henry did not spare a glance at Yvonne while he tossed his car key to the chauffeur Joe had arranged and explained flatly, "Miss Frey went to my house to pack for me, so we came over together."

The reason made sense and was just. It did not seem like anything was out of place.

The crowd of employees nodded, their curiosity appeased, as they lined up for their boarding pass at the airport.

Yvonne followed behind Henry alongside the other three secretaries, staring at his tall back with complex emotions.

She had thought too much. How could he ever disclose their relationship? If he thought to do so, he would not have warned her like that three years ago!

Yvonne hung her head with a bitter chortle as she placed her suitcase on the security check.

After a series of procedures, she successfully boarded the aircraft.

There was still some time before departure, so Lynette ran to her. "Yvonne, tell me honestly. What's going on between you and Mr. Lancaster?"

"Didn't he explain it just now?" Yvonne's gaze was evasive when she spoke.

Lynette did not buy it as she pouted. "Come on, do I not know you well enough? You looked like you got caught just now, like you wanted to lie but you didn't know what to say. Although Mr. Lancaster explained after that, it's obvious that he was lying too when you were so surprised.”

"Why didn't you become a detective?" Yvonne looked a t her friend in a stupor.

Her analysis was correct! She did not even know that her best friend had such amazing observation skills!

Lynette cackled. "Forget about being a detective. I'm just more gifted at gossip. It’s about time you tell me what relationship you have with Mr. Lancaster, yeah?" Content is © by .

"Actually, we’re unrelated... We knew each other in the past. He’s my husband's friend."

Yvonne could feel her heart bleed when she uttered the words. At the same time, she could only give her thigh a hard pinch to prevent herself from looking guilty in front of Lynette.

She was putting herself in pain to remind herself not t o let the cat out of the bag.

Lynette actually did not notice her anomaly as she stroked her chin in saying, "Your husband's friend?"

"Mm. I didn't want others to think that I got Mr. Lancaster’s regard by using the backdoor, so I could only hide it from everyone. Lyn, you mustn't expose m e," Yvonne lowered her voice as she spoke while looking around.

Lynette patted her chest in assurance. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But why didn't you tell me in the beginning?"

"I didn't think it was necessary."

"Pfft, you just didn’t want to." Lynette rolled her eyes.

Yvonne laughed dryly. "Okay, Lyn, we're taking off soon. Go back to your place first." "Sure, I’ll head back now. Talk to you later when we land. I’m really curious about your husband's identity. You said that he's just someone ordinary but now you say that he's friends with Mr. Lancaster...”

Yvonne froze slightly as her heart lurched.

Lynette kept her eyes trained on her. "How could someone be ordinary when they could be friends with Mr. Lancaster? Yvonne, don't you lie to me later."

She winked and left, leaving a helpless Yvonne who felt like she had pushed herself into a trap.

She never thought that Lynette would remember what she said at the welcoming party so clearly and found the contradiction according to what she said just now.

In spite of it, she was not wrong. Henry was an ordinary man. What was unusual was his identity was the Lancaster Group's CEO.

As for her explanation of being friends, she could make one up since she could not be honest about her relationship with Henry.

With this thought in mind, Yvonne blinked and chuckled to herself. She seemed to have thought about an excuse that could stave Lynette’s curiosity off when they landed later, i

"Miss Frey!"

"Here!” Yvonne snapped out of her train of thoughts and looked up toward the source of the voice when she heard someone calling out for her.

Joe was looking at her with a smile standing at the connecting entrance between business class and economy class.

Yvonne removed her seatbelt and walked over under the other employees' questioning gaze. "Is something the matter, Mr. Woods?"

"It’s Mr. Lancaster who's asking for you,” Joe answered softly.

"Mr. Lancaster?”

"Yes, come with me." Joe turned and headed to the business class section.

Without any choice, Yvonne spread the curtain and followed him. Joe led her through the business class t o first class.

"Mr. Lancaster is inside. Miss Frey, go ahead." Joe pulled the curtain apart for her.

Thanking him, Yvonne entered.

Henry had booked the first-class section of the plane a s he was the only one in there. He was seated in the first row, and Yvonne could see him at first glance.

"Mr. Lancaster, is something the matter?" Yvonne walked over to him and asked softly.

Closing the economy magazine in his hands, Henry answered, "No, just asking you to sit here."

"Sit here?" Yvonne pointed at herself in astonishment.

"Mm." Henry hummed with a glance at her.

"But why?”

"No reason. Sit when you’re asked to." Henry frowned.

There was a reason. She had donated her bone marrow. She would not be in the pink of her health like she used to. Henry had consulted Shane and knew that she could feel uncomfortable during a plane ride. He could see how she was doing at any time by having her here.

"Okay.” Noticing the man’s impatience, Yvonne said nothing more and sat down beside him obediently.

Not too long after that, the announcement that they would be taking off came from the air stewardess.

Yvonne grasped her seatbelt, feeling inexplicably nervous. As seconds and minutes trickled, the plane finally took off. She held her breath and leaned back.

Yvonne knew that some people would feel slightly sick when the plane took off. She was one of those people, thus she held her breath every time she took a plane ride.

Thinking that the discomfort this time was more or less the same as the past, it never crossed Yvonne's mind that she was horribly mistaken. 1

The moment the plane glided into the sky, Yvonne felt a rush of nausea. Her ears buzzed and her head was swimming. Even her chest felt like there was a rock o n it, stopping her from breathing properly. 1

She could not help groaning in pain and Henry heard i t. Alarmed, the man put down his magazine at once.

"How are you feeling?" He looked at her.

Yvonne was cooped against in her seat with her face i n a frightening wash of white. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. "I feel awful..." 1

"Where?" Henry leaned over to feel her forehead.

It was not even hot, it was frosty.

"Everywhere..." Yvonne said weakly as she peeled one of her eyes open with some difficulty.

She felt like throwing up.

"I'll go ask if there's any doctor around," Henry said and was going to unclasp his seatbelt.

She was probably living out Shane's words currently. "Wait..." Yvonne pulled Henry back.