That way, she’d be saving her mother the trouble.


    There was no need to worry about any handover ceremony or formalities.


    She just had to do her job well and win over those old shareholders approval.


    Everything else was just fluff.


    They were useless and empty.


    Over on Megan’s side, the moment she boarded the ne, drowsiness washed over her.


    She was already prone to motion sickness, and with the flight starting off a little unsteady<b>, </b><b>her </b>lips looked pale and her whole demeanor ufortable.


    Leonard noticed and leaned in with concern. “Miss Quinn, are you alright?”


    Their seats were right next to each other, and as he spoke, he instinctively leaned a little closer.


    At that distance, there was practically nothing separating them.


    To anyone looking, they could’ve easily been mistaken for a pair of affectionate lovers.


    Leonard nced at Megan’s delicate, lovely face, and his throat bobbed involuntarily.


    But seeing how unwell she looked, he suddenly felt the urge to p himself.


    What the hell was he thinking at a time like this?


    Megan heard his voice but didn’t have the strength to respond.


    She only let out a faint “Mm,” then leaned back against the seat<b>, </b>preparing to doze off.


    Seeing this, Leonard asked the flight attendant for a nket and gently draped it over her.


    It was obvious that Megan was airsick.


    Still, even in that state, she’d made the trip just to visit her friend.


    That, Leonard thought, was real friendship.


    The thought touched him more than he expected.


    Suddenly, Megan mumbled softly, “Stop talking… I feel awful… just let me sleep a bit…”


    After saying that, her head began to sway slightly with the turbulence of the ne, slowly leaning toward Leonard’s side.


    Eventually<b>, </b>he couldn’t bear to watch anymore.


    She looked <b>so </b>ufortable.


    It was clear she couldn’t <b>sleep </b>well like that.


    So, Leonard gently guided her head to rest on his shoulder.


    To make her a bit) morefortable, he ced a soft nket over his shoulder for her to lean against.


    As soon as Megan settled into <b>it</b>, she let out a soft<b>, </b>contented hum.


    One <b>nce </b>was enough to tell she felt perfectly at ease there<b>. </b>


    For some reason, seeing Megan like a sleepy kitten made something stir deep in Leonard’s chest.


    But in the next second, he silently scolded himself, “What the hell are you doing? Are you seriously this much of a scumbag? <b>You </b>already have someone you like, and now you’re catching feelings for her best friend?


    With each wave of guilt<b>, </b>Leonard took several deep breaths.


    Eventually<b>, </b>he managed to calm the restless thoughts in his head.


    Gazing out at the blue sky outside the window, he med all his confusion on the weather.


    The two of them remained like that, leaning against each other, until the nended in Millford a few hourster.


    When the ne finally came to a stop, Megan stirred, still half–asleep.


    And the moment she realized they had fallen asleep with their heads resting together, her face turned bright red.


    Startled, she quickly pulled away, widening the space between them.


    What had just happened? How could she have ended up sleeping against Leonard like that?


    If anyone saw them, wouldn’t it be aplete misunderstanding?


    Before she could say anything, Leonard spoke first.


    “Don’t worry. You looked really ufortable, so I just thought you’d sleep better this way. “We’re friends<b>, </b>right? No need to be so uptight.”


    Hearing that, Megan no longer felt so awkward about it.