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Chapter 5. Enigmatic Pilot

5. The Enigmatic Pilot

Sabrina's POV

I released a flood of childhood memories, both happy and bitter, as they rushed back to me. Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the arrival of the pilot and co-pilot. For some inexplicable reason, I felt a strange turmoil within myself, my stomach fluttering with butterflies that I couldn't quite understand.

Suddenly, a voice pierced through my reverie, startling me out of my daydreams. It was a voice that felt strangely familiar, one that I believed I would only hear in my dreams, but here it was, in reality. I turned towards the source, gasping audibly and inadvertently drawing the curious gazes of those around me. However, I couldn't care less about their scrutiny, for standing before me was the man of my dreams.

Dressed in a crisp blue blazer and pants, adorned with a white shirt underneath, he wore the quintessential pilot's uniform, complete with numerous badges on his coat. No dream of mine had done justice to the sheer beauty that stood in front of me.

There was only one way to confirm whether he was my Angel or not, and that was to gaze into his eyes. As if he had read my thoughts, he removed the black shades that concealed his eyes, revealing deep brown orbs that had the power to ignite a storm within me within seconds.

I couldn't believe that he was standing right in front of me. In that moment, I wished someone would strike me just to ensure that this was not another figment of my imagination. But of course, I couldn't act upon such a foolish impulse, lest I be branded a lunatic by those around me.

Slowly, his gaze shifted towards me, his eyes locking with mine. It felt as if the entire world had come to a standstill. However, the look in his eyes was not what I had envisioned for our first encounter. I had anticipated something magical, a glimpse of the love and affection I held for him. Instead, I found something else entirely—a profound disdain that shattered my heart into countless fragments. This wasn't the expression I had imagined in my Angel's eyes. His gaze was meant to convey love, care, and protection exclusively for me.

"Have a safe flight," he uttered those words and vanished into the cockpit.

I blinked, questioning the reality of what had just transpired. What did he say? His name was 'Travis Armanio King.' The name 'Nio' struck a chord in my memory. That was what I used to call him, though it was a rare occurrence. Whenever those fleeting moments arose, I would address him as 'Nio,' perhaps derived from his middle name.

But what was that look in his eyes? "No, that can't be. Maybe I've misread something or mistaken it for something else," I told myself, shrugging off the negative thoughts brewing inside me.

The rest of the flight passed by, and every time I heard his voice through the intercom, my heart would skip a beat. Throughout the journey, I was troubled, contemplating how I should approach him. Had he seen me somewhere before? Perhaps in his dreams, just like how I dreamt about him. But deep down, I knew that wasn't the case.

If he had ever felt the same way I did, his reaction couldn't possibly be like this. I recalled a time when I had asked him what would happen when we met in person. It was then that I had called him by his name.


"Nio?" I asked, resting my head on his chest as he enveloped me from behind. We leaned against a tree for support.

"Hmm," he hummed, his chest resonating with the sound.

"What will happen when we meet someday?" I inquired.

"Aren't we meeting now, every day?" he responded.

"No, I mean in reality."

"We will both run towards each other, no matter where we are, and embrace each other. I will kiss you until you are out of breath," he smiled cheekily, making my cheeks blush.

"Promise?" I asked shyly, unable to meet his eyes.

He nodded and gently kissed my cheeks.


I smiled wryly, realizing that everything we had discussed earlier had merely been wishful thinking and had no basis in reality. I shrugged off the disappointment and pondered on how best to approach him. Perhaps introducing myself as a journalist and expressing my desire to interview him could be a good way to break the ice.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice when the journey was nearing its end and the flight was about to land. With minimal preparation, I readied myself to approach him. Maybe if I stayed behind while everyone else left, he would notice me as he exited the cockpit.

As he finally emerged, he walked past without sparing me a second glance. Determined, I gathered my belongings and followed closely behind, hoping to catch up with him. However, my attempts were in vain, as I found him surrounded by a group of girls who clung to him like magnets.

A wave of jealousy washed over me, though I knew I had no right to feel that way. It seemed he was accustomed to such attention. I couldn't help but wonder if he saw me as just another person chasing after him for his wealth, like some kind of gold-digger.

But what was it about him that made these girls act so infatuated, as if they had finally met some famous person after relentless effort? Was there something I was missing?


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