Simplicity Is a Mask

The London hour difference is about 5 hours ahead of New York City. Only an hour away by Leo's private jet, now they have set foot in the country.

Getting off the private jet, they were now at LaGuardia airport as there was parking available for Leo's private jet.

"Sir, how come it feels so fast on a private jet? Everything feels so easy." Felia said with a small chuckle, she hugged Leo's arms tightly so she wouldn't get lost in this big airport, especially if there were a lot of people passing by and what's worse if she got lost, it was a little difficult for her. To speak arsenic American English because she understands British English better.

Leo grabbed the back of Felia's hand, then stroked it very gently. "Yes I think so, rather than jostling with other people on a public plane and the journey almost touching eight hours I prefer to fly by private jet," he answered in the baritone tone that was still his trademark.