The day for the trip to London has arrived. Currently, Ixora was climbing Drexton's private jet, looking so lost and confused.
Two days ago, she was very excited about the trip... having to spend time with Drexton alone, but now, she was,
She exhaled, going to sit beside Drexton. A laptop was on his thigh, and from the not-so-serious expression he had, it looked like he was rounding off.
They'd leave by 12 pm, and the time was 10 minutes away from 12. Drexton hadn't spared her a single glance since she got on the jet, but she knew he was aware of her presence.
Her mind wasn't at ease; she was deeply troubled. First, by Blake's issues. Neither of them had contacted each other, and she knew he needed some time alone. To reflect and maybe give up on her, either way, she's happy he didn't
