CHAPTER EIGHTY - VISIT TO ENGLAND

The roar of the engines filled the air as John's private jet pierced through the clouds, leaving a trail of condensation against the azure sky. Karina, unaccustomed to such luxurious travel, fidgeted in her plush leather seat. Across from her, Alistair, his weathered face softened by a hint of amusement, chuckled. "First time on a private jet, lass?" Karina sheepishly avoided his gaze. "Something like that," she mumbled. John, who had been engrossed in a business document, looked up, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "Don't worry, Karina," he said, his voice smooth and calming. "Think of it as a taste of things to come." Karina's cheeks flushed a rosy pink. The idea of a whole year spent in John's company, away from the prying eyes of the outside world, sent shivers down her spine. A year to explore this newfound connection, a year to navigate the uncharted territory of their hearts. Alistair cleared his throat. "Alright, lovebirds," he rumbled, effectively pulling them out of