Chapter 165 - What Kind Of Joke Is This? (2/2)

”What?” Adam tried to act all innocent, even though he knew exactly what she was referring to. He had asked the crew to keep the location a secret just like last time. Of course Stella knew  they were in Greece, but where exactly in Greece?

”Can you be anymore childish?” Stella glared at him.

”What did I do now?” Adam questioned her again, but this time with a smirk adorning his face.

Stella felt the urge to wipe that smirk off his face rising up again. She gritted her teeth and decided to look outside rather than the fool sitting next to her.

As the duo walked down the stairs hand-in-hand, Adam's joyous expression turned grim. He threw a murdering glare at the staff and crew members.

”Where are the pilot and the co-pilot?” He asked the person who was standing close to them.

”There they are.” The man who was questioned replied, pointing behind him.

”What kind of joke is this?”  He threw a murdering glare at the duo who was standing with their heads down. ”Does this look like Rhodes to you?” He yelled at them as he waved his free hand in the air while he continued holding onto Stella hands with the other one.

”What happened?” Stella meekly asked him as she looked at him with a worried expression.

Adam took in a deep breath as he shifted his gaze towards her, his anger melting away as soon as his eyes collided with hers.

”Baby girl, we were supposed to go to Rhodes but we are in Crete.” He replied to her softly. ”And I wonder who's fault is that.” He added as he threw another glare at the staff who was standing quietly by the sides with their heads bowing down.

”And now, we can't even go there because we can't use the airspace as we pleased. My entire weekend is ruined because of some people's inefficiency.” He gritted his teeth.

”Since we can't go to Rhodes, why not stay here?” Stella suggested. ”You said it yourself that the place doesn't matter as long as we are together.”

”I know sweetheart, but getting a reservation at the best hotel of here last moment isn't easy, not even for me.” He heaved out a tired sigh.

”But we could go and try our luck. What could happen at most? We get to stay at some mediocre room.” Stella chided in to which he nodded after thinking for a little while.

Meanwhile, a pair of eyes were watching all of the drama which was happening on the runway through binoculars from the VIP waiting lounge. Removing the binoculars away from his face, the man smirked and took out his phone. His fingers flew over the screen as he typed a text and hit sent with a span of few seconds.

'They have landed.'

Looking at the text, his smirk grew wider ad he began to walk away while whistling.