Roxanne remained seated, watching the man leave the plane. A while later, she slowly stood, only to be hit by a wave of nausea—a physical reaction to the stress, it seemed. She grabbed the seat in front to steady herself, then carefully disembarked.

As she walked toward immigration, her body ached, her stomach lurched painfully. Reaching the airport, she hurried to the nearest restroom.

"Jeez!" A voice exclaimed. Roxanne had accidentally bumped into a passerby carrying luggage. Trying to suppress her discomfort, she hastily apologized and continued toward the restroom, a hand covering her mouth.

Lucian, nearby, heard the commotion. Turning, he saw Roxanne dashing into the restroom, her back arched. His gaze darkened; he followed. Despite her coldness toward him, he worried when she appeared distressed.

He stopped outside the ladies' room, his eyebrows furrowed, listening to the sounds of Roxanne vomiting. Inside, she leaned against the wall, her fingernails white from the strain. Her nervousness, compounded by the bumpy flight, had likely suppressed her nausea until now. After a time, she stopped vomiting.

As she straightened, her vision blurred. Fortunately, she didn't faint. She remained in the restroom, regaining her composure before slowly exiting, supporting herself against the wall.

"What's wrong?" Lucian asked.

Roxanne looked up, puzzled by his worried expression. He left, didn't he? Why is he here? He saw me like this again.

She withdrew her hand, smiling weakly. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Mr. Farwell. I felt dizzy after the bumpy flight. I feel better now." Lucian stared suspiciously. She had just overcome fear and vomited; her face was pale. Her words didn't convince him.

Though weak, she refused to lean on the wall in front of him. Steeling herself, she waited for him to leave, but he showed no intention of doing so.

"If there's nothing else, you should go, Mr. Farwell," Roxanne said.

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you're in a position to tell me when to leave, Ms. Jarvis."

Roxanne was taken aback but acknowledged his point. If she didn't initiate their departure, they'd be there forever. Gritting her teeth, she tried to stand, but her legs gave way. She reached for the wall, catching a strong arm instead.