The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 89

Ethan didn’t take Ramona downstairs. Instead, he led her straight to the rooftop via the private elevator.

Ramona was a little surprised. It was the middle of the night, surely he wasn’t planning to watch the stars with her up there, was he?

But that thought vanished as quickly as it came. Ethan didn’t seem like the romantic type, and he definitely wasn’t the sort to do something so childish.

And in any case, there were no stars to be seen from the rooftop tonight. Instead, a helicopter waited at the edge of the building, its rotors idling.

The wind whipped at their clothes, tugging at Ramona’s jacket. She stared at Ethan in astonishment.

“Mr. Jordon…what is this?”

Ash jumped down from the helicopter and jogged over with urgency and a grin. “Ms. Jarrett, this way, please. You’ll find out once we’re up there.”

He shot Ethan a knowing nod, silently confirming that everything was ready.

Without a word, Ethan slipped off his own coat and draped it over Ramona’s shoulders. “Are you cold?”

His jacket held that crisp, clean scent unique to him, mixed with a faint trace of cedar.

Ramona’s cheeks flushed as she looked at him, shaking her head. “I’m fine.”

“But where are we going? I haven’t prepared anything…”

“You don’t need to.”

Ethan’s voice was low and steady, somehow making her feel at ease, even though he offered no further explanation.

Ramona nodded quietly, choosing not to press for details.

Once the helicopter lifted off into the night, Ethan glanced at his watch. It was already half past midnight back home.

A beautifully arranged dinner awaited them on board: steaming hot dishes kept perfectly warm, along with an array of delicate desserts, all tailored to Ramona’s tastes.

Still, Ramona felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of indulging in sweets this late.

“Mr. Jordon, you really didn’t have to go to all this trouble…but thank you. I’m…really happy.”

She hadn’t expected Ethan to spend the evening with her on a helicopter, of all places, to celebrate. Well, it was clever, and maybe even a little romantic.

Ethan sat across from her, watching the subtle shyness in her expression, and for once, there was a rare tenderness in his eyes.

“As long as you’re happy. I actually thought about giving you roses, but they’re everywhere, too cliché.”

“And picking out a gift in advance…well, just handing over some flashy jewelry would have felt a bit empty, too.”

He spoke softly, almost as if he were excusing himself for not bringing a present, but Ramona could tell every word was sincere.

“Just having you here with me is the best gift I could ask for,” Ramona said quietly.

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