Chapter 1577: Stay With You

“Sit,” Lucian said, taking Roxanne’s hand and gesturing towards the couch. After she settled, he stepped into the cockpit.

Roxanne watched him operate the aircraft. Moments later, the helicopter ascended smoothly. “You know how to pilot a helicopter?” she asked, astonished.

Lucian chuckled. “Truth be told, there are few things I don’t know how to do.”

Roxanne was stunned. He wasn't wrong; his affluent upbringing afforded him countless opportunities to develop diverse interests. It was a shame he hadn't displayed this during their previous marriage.

Guessing her thoughts, Lucian glanced back. “I only learned to fly two years ago. As for the rest… I’ll show you in time.”

Roxanne smiled faintly.

High above, Lucian suggested, “Look out the window.”

The moon and stars seemed magnified, close enough to touch. As they drifted past, Roxanne relaxed, a feeling of contentment washing over her.

“It’s so beautiful,” she murmured.

Delighted by her enjoyment, Lucian asked, “Do you want to see the sea?”

Roxanne nodded, then hesitated. “Can we? It’s so late.”

“It’s nearby, and the helicopter’s fast. We’ll be there in minutes.” Aware of her love for the ocean, Lucian swiftly turned the aircraft.

Roxanne lay by the window, watching the mountains shrink below. Minutes later, the sea appeared, the stars and moon reflecting on the waves as if floating on the surface.

Roxanne was speechless. Suddenly, Lucian appeared beside her. “Do you like it?”

Roxanne nodded, about to answer when she noticed the pilot’s seat. “Why are you here? The helicopter—”

He comfortingly hugged her from behind. “It’s on autopilot.”

Still nervous, Roxanne tensed. Sensing this, Lucian kissed her ear, chuckling. “As long as I can stay with you, I don’t mind if we fall.”

She quickly covered his mouth. “Don’t say such nonsense! We won’t fall. The children are still young!”

Lucian, feigning regret, buried his face in her neck. “Then will you die with me once they’re grown?” He was only half-joking.

Roxanne released him, staring intently. “What’s wrong with you? Why ask that?”