His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 118

Lumina’s grip on her bag tightened instinctively.

All at once, a sharp ringing filled her ears, drowning out the world until only the frantic pounding of her heart remained.

Cedric’s reach had extended all the way to the airline, and with terrifying speed.

A cold sweat broke out across her forehead, chills running down her spine.

Around her, passengers murmured in uneasy whispers—

“How strange. Since when does a missing passenger just show up on the plane?”

“Probably some spoiled heiress who wandered off—her powerful family must’ve dragged her back.”

Nadia, caught up in the commotion, turned toward Lumina and noticed something was wrong. She leaned in and whispered, “Lumina Jones, are you shaking?”

“I… I think I might have a fever.”

Lumina pressed a trembling hand to her forehead and lowered her voice. “Nadia, do you have a mask? Could you lend me one? I’d hate to get you sick.”

“Oh, sure.” Nadia dug into her overstuffed purse and handed her a mask. “Here, Lumina Jones. I’ve got some fever medicine too, if you want.”

Lumina’s voice was faint. “Thanks, but I’ll wait until we land.”

She quickly put on the mask, leaving only her anxious eyes visible as she watched the flight attendants, who were methodically checking passenger photos.

The crew moved with urgent precision, their gazes sharp. The captain, dressed in crisp white, followed behind, and soon they reached Lumina’s row.

She ducked her head, avoiding eye contact, fingers digging into the armrest as her heart threatened to burst from her chest.

A flight attendant stopped beside her and carefully compared Nadia’s face to the photo.

Then she turned to Lumina, whose face was half-hidden behind her mask. “Ma’am, would you mind removing your mask for a moment?”

Lumina stayed silent. She gave a soft, deliberate cough, her voice raspy as she replied, “I’m sorry, I’m not feeling well—I have a fever. I just don’t want to risk spreading anything to the other passengers.”

Nadia, noticing her drenched in sweat, handed her some tissues. “Lumina Jones, are you okay? Are you feeling worse?”

“I—I’m fine.” Lumina’s voice trembled, her body shaking as though she’d just survived a brush with death.

Once the crew finished their inspection, they reported to the captain, who shook his head, then strode briskly to the cockpit to make a call.

The flight attendants apologized for the inconvenience, offering small gifts to each passenger before finally allowing everyone to disembark.

Lumina’s legs felt like jelly. She had to lean on Nadia just to make it to baggage claim.

After picking up their luggage, Nadia kept her close, pushing both their bags as they headed for the customs line.

The queue was full of weary travelers, most of them foreigners, with a large group of Zhinorans among them.

Only after clearing customs did Lumina truly set foot in this new country.

Their customs officer was a burly, dark-skinned man with a steely, impassive gaze. He questioned, checked documents, stamped passports, and waved them through with mechanical efficiency.