CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: PREPARING TO CONFESS TO BLAKE SINCLAIR

After an eleven-hour flight, the plane landed at Stenrow Airport at 6 PM.

After Holly picked up her luggage, she followed the crowd out, and a series of notifications started chiming on her phone, all messages from Blake Sinclair.

"The plane should have landed, remember to let me know you’re safe."

"The house has been tidied up, and there will be an auntie coming over every day to clean and cook."

"Driver King is at the airport entrance, here’s his phone number."

"Contact me first thing if anything comes up."

Looking at these messages filled with concern, warmth surged in Holly’s heart.

He had almost timed it to when she would land. Considering the time difference, it should be early morning back home. Isn’t he sleeping?

She quickly replied, "Arrived safely, you should sleep, you have meetings tomorrow."

Almost instantly, the top of the chat showed "the other party is typing..."

"Can’t sleep."

Then, a voice message popped up.

Holly tapped it open, and the man’s deep voice came through, "Holly, I miss you a lot."

Her heart unconsciously quickened, as if these words were whispered directly into her ear.

Just then, she heard someone calling her name.

A chubby bald uncle waved at her and ran over with a smile.

His round belly wobbled as he ran, and his navy blue suit jacket looked a bit tight, giving off a comical feel.

"Miss Crowe, hello, hello, I’m King, the driver arranged by Mr. Sinclair. Just come to me if you need anything this week. Welcome to London!"

King was very enthusiastic, taking her luggage from her and leading her outside, "Mr. Sinclair has given us all the instructions. It’s rare that it’s not raining in London today, we can drive along the River Wester and catch the sunset."

In the short walk out of the airport, King kept chatting non-stop, "My wife is already at home making you a meal, Mr. Sinclair sent over your favorite menu, you’ll definitely get a hot meal as soon as you get home."

"Miss Crowe, if there’s anything else you want to eat, just let my wife know, she’s a cooking pro. Without her, who could stomach this London white people’s food?"

Holly responded with a smile, "Alright."

She hadn’t expected Blake Sinclair to consider such details.

The car drove out of the airport, and the sunset glow spread over the River Wester.

Looking at the sunset through the car window, Holly recalled the evening she decided to come to Brelond, the sunset in Beldon was equally mesmerizing.

The day after returning from the Riverwatch Pavilion, she discussed with Blake Sinclair about Mr. Miles agreeing to mentor her again, but she didn’t mention that she was going to Brelond for a year of in-person advanced study.

She didn’t know how to say it; would Blake Sinclair agree?

Separated by thousands of kilometers, with a seven-hour time difference.

These real-world factors were insurmountable issues; she was afraid to speak up, afraid of seeing the reluctance in his eyes, and even more afraid of making things difficult for him.

During those days, she was caught in a tangle of emotions, always feeling she owed him something. Every late night when he sought comfort, she responded more passionately than ever before.

Blake Sinclair seemed to notice her change, yet he didn’t ask.

As Mr. Miles’ final deadline approached, she still hadn’t found the right opportunity to speak.

That evening, after dinner, she walked to the balcony to watch the sunset over the river, and Blake Sinclair suddenly hugged her from behind.

"Go ahead," he said.

Holly froze for a few seconds before reacting, "You... how did you know?"

"Aiden told me everything."

He gently turned her around, and they stood face to face.

"The Sinclair Group’s project in Brelond will officially launch at the end of the year. Holly, you don’t need to be afraid, go chase your dreams, I will accompany you."

Holly nestled in his arms, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

Blake Sinclair had considered everything for her; how could she not do something for him in return?

So she contacted the teacher and the school overnight, and they discussed a compromise.

As long as she could obtain an A-level qualification within a week, she could opt for online study domestically, only needing to fly to Brelond for exams.

Blake Sinclair originally intended to accompany her, but a last-minute meeting forced him to stay in the country.

The night before flying to Brelond, he kept wanting her, both of them lost in the depths of desire, entwined till late into the night, neither willing to let go first.

The sound of a horn brought Holly back to reality.

The car was still driving on Brelond Avenue.

As the sun set in the west, Holly picked up her phone and recorded a video of the sunset over the River Wester to send to Blake Sinclair.

This time his reply was slower, and he sent back a video.

It was the night sky of Beldon, dotted with stars, just like every night they had watched together.

No words were needed; in this moment, their hearts were in sync.

During this week in Brelond, they embarked on a long-distance relationship.

With the seven-hour time difference, every call was especially precious.

During the time she was preparing for her exams, Blake Sinclair always timed it perfectly to call her during her breaks.

Through the phone screen, they shared the sunrises and sunsets of London and Beldon.

Even though they were thousands of miles apart, it felt like they were very close.

As the days passed, Holly felt her heart wavering bit by bit.

She missed him terribly.

The longing grew wildly, becoming an illness.

The few hours they talked every day became the moments she looked forward to the most.

On the day her results came out, London, which had been raining for three consecutive days, suddenly cleared up.

When she saw the letter ’A’ on the results page, she exhaled a long breath, and the first thought in her mind was to tell Blake Sinclair.

At that moment, her heart raced, her actions overcame her reasoning, all rational thoughts were set aside, and she made a move she hadn’t expected herself to make.

She wanted to see him, immediately, right then, not through a screen, but in his arms, feeling his warmth, listening to his heartbeat.

Without hesitation, she took a cab home, didn’t bother to pack her luggage, just grabbed her passport and phone, and rushed to the airport.

At ten thousand meters high, she gazed down at the desert below, the mountains, and lakes. Watching the flight path get shorter towards Beldon, and as the destination got closer, her resolve grew stronger.

Eleven hours of flying, yet she was not tired at all.

Landing at Beldon Airport, she immediately called Blake Sinclair on a video call, and it connected quickly.

But upon seeing the familiar background on the other side, she was stunned. It was the bed she slept on every day in Brelond, a room she knew all too well.

"Where are you?"

"Where are you?"

They both spoke in unison.

Blake Sinclair reacted first, seeing the Chinese on the screen behind her, he asked, "You returned to Beldon?"

Holly nodded, unable to believe it, she asked, "You’re in Brelond?"

Blake Sinclair: "Yes. Today your results came out, I thought you might want to see me."

Holly, a bit embarrassed, said, "What if I didn’t get an A?"

Blake Sinclair laughed, so tender it could drown someone, "Holly is wonderful, always has been."

He lightly tapped the screen, as if touching her cheek, "Even if you didn’t get an A, it’s okay. I’ve handed the Sinclair Group’s upcoming business to Laurel Sinclair, and gave Cole Tanner clear instructions on the rest. I want to go to Brelond to be with you."

Holly felt her eyes sting, suppressing the emotions in her heart.

In that moment, they tacitly didn’t bring up this brushed-past meeting, but they both understood, love transcends mountains and seas, mountains and seas can be overcome.

The thought in Holly’s heart was about to spill out, she mustered her courage, "Blake Sinclair, I want to see you, I have something to tell you."

Blake Sinclair seemed to guess what she wanted to say.

From the moment he stepped into that room, seeing the luggage and clothes hastily left behind, he could tell how urgently Holly wanted to see him.

He suppressed his surging emotions, softly said, "Can you go home and wait for me, alright? Sleep for a while, when you wake up, I’ll be there."

"Okay, I’ll wait for you." Holly nodded, looking at him on the screen, "I miss you so much."

"Me too!"

After hanging up, Holly took a cab home.

There were still eleven hours until Blake Sinclair flew back.

She decided to plan a confession, to officially tell him her feelings.

She carefully checked his flight number, calculated the arrival time, and started decorating her home. She bought flowers and a cake, then followed the online tutorials to arrange balloons.

Afraid she’d be nervous, she practiced her confession in front of the mirror, and every time she said "I like you," her face involuntarily blushed with a racing heart.

The eleven-hour wait was long but sweet, and finally, she stood at the airport holding the prepared flowers.

Upon seeing the familiar figure appear, she ran over.

Blake Sinclair opened his arms, catching her firmly.

Holly buried her face in his chest, inhaling the familiar cedar scent, and tears finally fell.

The longing and touch that couldn’t be put into words through a phone screen, the near miss of this journey, in this embrace, all gained a tangible pronoun.

And that is, love!

Blake Sinclair held the person in his arms tightly, patting her back, not letting go for a long time.

Holly lifted her head from his embrace, her nose red, but she smiled brightly, "Blake Sinclair, I have something to tell you."

Blake Sinclair controlled his emotions, but his trembling hands still revealed his nervousness, "Go ahead."

Holly gazed into his eyes, earnestly saying word by word, "Blake Sinclair, I...."

Just then, a sudden phone ring interrupted what Holly was about to say.

It was a call from Celia Stiles.

Following the call were several WeChat messages.

[Senior, something happened at Lunar Lotus Studio!]