Devan had let Amelie into the insider cabin to accompany Chaim for a bit, for it was not good for him to stay alone.
Amelie had no choice but to return to the cabin, and saw Chaim's figure somewhat pitifully sitting at a seat close to the window, with his seat belt tied around his waist.
Amelie couldn't help but feel the same way he did, a feeling of superiority that could not be compared to the cold.
There were so many of his subordinates outside, but none of them dared to come over and chat with him. Even they coming in, they had to report to Devan before they could come in.
Amelie was prepared to choose her previous seat, when she saw the man pat the seat beside him, "Sit here."
Amelie could only sit by his side and buckle up. As the plane descended, the dim golden light of the cit
