After assessing the situation for a while, Coco turned her head and looked around, feeling dumbfounded. "We're… on the plane?"

"Yes," Lucas confirmed.

"When did I get on the plane? I was…" She blurted out, momentarily lost in thought.

"I didn't wake you up this morning. You were sleeping so soundly, so I carried you to the plane," Lucas explained.

Coco's breath hitched. Which meant he had carried her out of the villa to the car, then to the airport and the plane? Even though they were traveling on a private jet, many people must have seen him carrying her into the airport to board the plane.

What was she doing at that time? Did she drool or talk in her sleep?

Coco wondered, so embarrassed she could dig a hole and bury herself.

As if realizing her concern, Lucas reassured, "Don't worry. No one saw your face. You were wrapped in a blanket, and your face was buried in my arms. No one could have seen what you looked like."

"Really?" Coco was doubtful.

"What? Why would I lie to yo