IL PREDESTINATO | Charles Leclerc |

Chapter 26

Christina was currently on the plane along with Carlos, Max, Lando, Pierre, their girlfriends, and Charles.

The group had planned a winter vacation in Norway long before the pair had announced their breakup. So both Charles and Christina decided to go through with it.

Christina was sitting on her seat in the private jet, reading a book. Charles was the only one who was also awake. The rest of their friends were using the small bedrooms on the other side of the plane.

Suddenly, Charles jumped off his est and ran to the bathroom. Christina looked at the path he had just followed, confused. She followed him towards the bathroom.

That's when she saw that Charles was emptying the contents of his stomach.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath as she walked in the small bathroom as well.

The girl grabbed a cloth that was placed on a small cabinet under the sink and wet it.

Charles pulled back from the toilet bowl  and sighed, leaning against the wall.

"Did you eat something that made you feel sick?" Christina asked as she leaned down and wiped his face with the wet cloth.

It felt cold against his skin, and it was refreshing. It made him feel better. But she was so close to him.

He knew that he wouldn't be able to get through these 4 days unharmed. Her presence always did things to him.

"It's probably the aftermath of all the drinking I did with Pierre earlier," Charles muttered, not really thinking about it.

"You were drinking at 5 in the morning?" she questioned. He could sense a hint of anger in her tone. Was it because his recklessness had hurt her?

He could never know what was going on in her head.

Not anymore.

Christina passed him some mouth wash just to get the horrible taste of his mouth.

"You think you'll be okay out of the bathroom?" she asked him, and he nodded.

The girl helped him back to the seats, her hand holding his arm. Charles couldn't take his eyes off of her.

She was so concentrated at finding him a place to lie down since all the beds were taken, so he'd feel better. And Charles was thinking so many things, but none of them involved finding a spot to lie down.

Why did she break up with him?

Did she not love him anymore?

Did she regret trying?

Was everything they had gone?

"Come on, Charlie, sit," she told him. The nickname rolling unintentionally of her toungue.

Charles did as he was told. He sat down on the plane seat, and she sat beside him just for a second to make sure that he would be alright and then she'd return to her seat.

But Charles didn't find that idea appealing.

The Monegasque lied down, placing his head on her lap, hoping that the dizziness and unbearable headache would pass.

"This doesn't change anything," she told him as she allowed him to lie on her. "I know," Charles replied, closing his eyes.

They remained for a couple of seconds in silence before Christina spoke up.

"Charles," she called his name and hummed. "You should lie on your side in case you vomit in your sleep."

For one more time, Charles took her advice and turned to his side. Christina, however, didn't expect that he'd choose that side.