Viya's POV
I spotted Julian standing at the boarding gate, his casual attire looking crisp and elegant against his tall frame.
Even after all these years of knowing each other, when our eyes met across the terminal, I caught that familiar flicker of appreciation in his gaze.
He strode over and took my backpack from my shoulder. "You didn't sleep well at the hospital these past few days, did you?"
"Not really," I admitted with a small smile. The hospital room had a new patient two nights ago—a lovely older woman with incredibly loud snoring.
Once we boarded, I was surprised to find my seat had been upgraded to first class.
Julian caught my confused expression and raised an eyebrow. "So you can get some proper sleep. This is technically an unpaid business trip—the least I
