Emily's eyes flickered. Before Andrew could say something rash, she cut in, “You've misunderstood. Mr. Lane and I are just friends.”
The woman’s expression froze, her embarrassment deepening. “Oh, is that so…”
She distinctly remembered seeing them at that fishing event and hearing some of the rumors floating around.
“I’m so sorry, I misunderstood,” she said apologetically.
“It’s fine,” Emily murmured.
The car fell silent again. The woman didn’t dare say another word, afraid of making an even bigger fool of herself. She leaned her head against her hand, resting it on the window and closing her eyes.
The gentle vibrations of the car caused Emily's head to bump repeatedly against the window. Frustrated, she leaned back against the seat and tilted her head, letting it come to rest on Elizabeth's shoulder.
Elizabeth didn't move, only glanced down at her.
Suddenly, Emily felt an intense gaze on her, but she kept her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.
An hour later, the car pulled up to the airport entrance.
They all got out and retrieved their luggage. Emily had barely held her suitcase for a minute before Andrew took it from her.
The other woman grabbed her bag, bid them a hasty farewell, and hurried toward the check-in counter.
Andrew looked down at Emily. “VIP lounge?”
Emily nodded. It wasn't time to board yet, so the lounge was their only option.
Handling all three suitcases with ease, Andrew walked steadily ahead of them.
Elizabeth grabbed Emily’s arm, her eyes filled with a strange, suspicious look.

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