Perhaps it was sheer exhaustion, but Cynthia slept more soundly than she had in ages.
She didn't stir until the plane touched down, roused only by the crackle of the landing announcement. Blinking awake, she didn't see the tarmac or airport buildings—just the striking face of the man beside her.
They were sitting so close, she could hear the faint rhythm of his breathing.
How could life be so generous to one person? Not only had he been born into one of the most illustrious families, but he'd been blessed with impossibly good looks. Even if he hadn't been a Holloway, this face alone would've guaranteed him a life of comfort.
Next to him, those heartthrob actors on magazine covers seemed utterly unremarkable.
Around them, passengers were gathering their things, preparing to disembark. Cynthia glanced at the man still fast asleep in the seat beside her and called his name softly.
"Mr. Holloway, we've landed."
He didn't so much as flinch. Eyes still closed, lashes so long and thick that even Cynthia—a woman, and not easily impressed—felt a twinge of envy.
"Mr. Holloway…" she tried again.
He really was out cold. She called his name once more, but still, nothing.
Left with no other choice, Cynthia reached out and gently nudged his arm.
In a flash, his eyes snapped open—dark, intense, and clearly displeased. His brows knitted in irritation, and the sharpness of his gaze made Cynthia hastily pull her hand back.
Someone's not a morning person.
"We've landed," she repeated, trying to keep her tone calm.
Dominic grunted in acknowledgment, then promptly shut his eyes again.
Cynthia was speechless.
The plane came to a complete stop; passengers were filtering out, one by one. Yet the man beside her remained serenely asleep, oblivious to the bustle.
She glanced sideways at him. Even in sleep, his features were captivating. But seriously, everyone's almost gone!
"Mr. Holloway," she whispered, leaning in a little.
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