Their Mistake, Her Rise - Chapter 366: Chapter 366

Faced with Shawn's sudden seriousness, Zoe couldn't help but find it a little funny. "What?"
"Am I also one of the things you're planning to let go of?" Shawn didn't let her dodge the question. He wanted her to face it head-on.
Zoe fell silent. Truth be told, she didn't know how to answer that.
"I'm tired. Wake me when we get there." Since she couldn't give an answer, she chose not to.
But Shawn wasn't about to let her off the hook this time. Just as she closed her eyes, he leaned in and kissed her.
The sudden kiss startled Zoe into opening her eyes. It was brief, a gentle touch—but enough to jolt her.
"Now can you tell me the truth?" he asked. "Are you planning to leave me behind too?"
Zoe was annoyed by his insistence. So instead of answering, she grabbed his face and kissed him back—hard.
Unlike Shawn's restraint, Zoe's kiss was wild and bold.
Whether she would stay or leave was a question for another day. At this moment, she wanted him.
Shawn's breath caught as she teased him, completely thrown off by her sudden fierceness. But just as he was losing himself, Zoe pulled back.
"Does that answer satisfy you?" she asked, breathless.
Shawn didn't respond, but the look he gave her was dark and intense. To him, she was like a sly little fox—taunting him, then slipping away before he could catch her.
But next time, he wasn't going to let her go so easily. Next time, he'd make sure she remembered it.
After waiting at the airport for over an hour, Zoe—perhaps from exhaustion—dozed off against Shawn's shoulder.
It wasn't until the boarding announcement came that Shawn gently woke her up. Zoe rubbed her eyes, looking momentarily like a sleepy, dazed young girl.
They boarded the plane. Their seats were in a two-seat row.
Throughout the entire process, Shawn was incredibly attentive—he carried Zoe's luggage, helped her settle in, and even requested a blanket to wrap around her.
If his subordinates could've seen him now, their jaws would've dropped.
After all, in their eyes, Shawn was the epitome of a hard-edged commander—strict to the point of being demonic. None of them had ever seen him treat anyone with this level of tenderness, like a child he doted on.
Though those soldiers weren't around, it didn't mean there weren't other witnesses on the plane. Medusa happened to be one of them.
Upon learning that Zoe would be attending the international reception with Shawn, Medusa had immediately booked a seat on the same group-arranged flight.
Zoe's identity couldn't be exposed yet, but who knew how many people at the international reception might recognize her? Medusa had to return ahead of time to make arrangements and ensure no suspicions were raised.
But she hadn't expected that sitting on the same flight would give her front-row seats to just how deeply Shawn cared for Zoe.
Zoe had indeed been mentally and physically drained by everything with the Marlowe Group. She hadn't rested properly in days.
Now, with her most trusted man beside her on the plane, she let herself relax completely. She didn't lift a finger, letting Shawn do everything—as if her arms and legs had suddenly stopped working.
"I'm thirsty," Zoe said suddenly, realizing she hadn't had a single sip of water since coming home and rushing out with Shawn.
Shawn immediately called the flight attendant and asked for water. Then he personally brought it to her lips. Zoe stayed nestled against his shoulder, sipping the water slowly and daintily.
The sight was so adorable that Medusa could hardly believe her eyes. Zoe looked like such a sweet little dove—it made Medusa want to snatch her up and shower her with love herself.