Falling For My Accidental CEO Husband
Chapter 214: Caught Or Not

Chapter 214: Caught Or Not

Matthew Dawn shifted in his seat, his fingers drumming anxiously against the armrest. He stared at the air hostess walking briskly down the aisle. The delay had stretched longer than anyone expected, and the whispers of irritation among the passengers were growing louder. And so was his anxiety. He didn’t like this one bit. He should have left this country by now. They should have long been in the air.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. Okay. So, no one was going to discover the truth out of the blue and he was sure he still had time to make his escape. But he didn’t like what was happening just now. Not one bit. Things that happened out of the blue were never good

"Excuse me," Matthew said, flagging down the air hostess as she passed by his row. His voice was calm, even though his heart continued to thump anxiously, "What exactly is going on? Why haven’t we left yet?"

The air hostess paused, her practiced smile flickering into place. "Sir, we’ve encountered a minor technical issue," she replied smoothly. "The ground crew is working to resolve it as quickly as possible. We appreciate your patience."

Matthew leaned back slightly, though his suspicion didn’t waver. He’d been sitting in the window seat and had not seen a single person from this ground crew even comingnear the airport. If anything, they seemed to be standing at a distance and gossiping. "A technical issue, huh?" he said, his tone skeptical. "Doesn’t seem very minor if it’s taking this long."

She nodded politely, deflecting with a neutral response. "These things happen sometimes, but safety is our top priority. Thank you for understanding." Without giving him more time to press further, she moved on to address another passenger.

Matthew’s unease deepened. He glanced around, his sharp eyes scanning the other passengers. But something about the hostess’s response gnawed at him. It was too smooth, too rehearsed and too evasive. She was not giving any direct answers about when the flight would take off or what exactly the problem was.

He shifted uncomfortably, the weight of paranoia creeping into his thoughts. Was this delay just a coincidence, or was someone trying to stall the flight? He glanced at his watch, the seconds ticking by with maddening slowness. If something was happening, he needed to be prepared.

Matthew’s gaze snapped to the runway again and he felt his breath hitch at the distinct flash of blue and red lights moving towards them. A police car—no, two—rolled steadily down the runway, sirens silent but lights on. His stomach churned as he watched them come to a halt near the group of ground crew workers who had been lingering idly.

Paranoia surged. He leaned forward, his face inches from the glass, as if trying to catch every detail from inside the plane and from this distance.

Matthew’s fingers curled into fists. His mind raced, trying to rationalize the sight. Was it unrelated? Routine? Or had someone finally caught up with him?

No. He thought to himself. The delay and the police could also mean thta maybe someone had tampered with the plane and the police had come to arrest that person. Even as he tried to calm himself, the inkling of impeding danger would not leave him.

He couldn’t stay still any longer. He unbuckled his seatbelt, stood abruptly, and slid out into the aisle. striding toward the air hostess who was in the middle of pouring water for a passenger but straightened when she saw him approach.

"Sir, is everything alright?" she asked.

"I need to get off this plane," Matthew said firmly. "Now."

The air hostess blinked, her brow furrowing. "I’m sorry, sir, but passengers aren’t allowed to deplane once boarding is complete. We’re about to take off as soon as the issue is resolved."

Matthew’s voice sharpened. "You’ve been saying that for ages! I’m telling you, I’m not feeling well, and I need to leave."

Her concern deepened, but she hesitated. "I’ll need to confirm with the captain, sir—"

"No!" Matthew snapped, his voice rising. "I’m not waiting for some damned confirmation! Open the door and let me out!"

The sharpness of his tone drew attention from nearby passengers. The air hostess raised her hands in a placating gesture. "Please, sir, try to stay calm. I’ll see what I can do—"

Before she could finish, a commotion near the plane’s entrance caught both their attention. The cabin door opened, and a group of men entered.

Matthew’s heart sank like a stone. These people weren’t passengers—he was sure of it now.

Slowly, carefully, he took a step back, his mind racing as his eyes darted around the cabin. He needed something, anything, to use as leverage—something that could turn this situation in his favor. If he couldn’t leave the country like this, he would still not come into the police’s hands. He was willing to live like a fugitive, if needed.

That’s when his gaze landed on a shiny object perched on a small tray table. It was a small trophy, gleaming in the low light. He remembered glimpsing the team celebrating as they’d boarded the plane. He could use it, and with it, secure a hostage that would help him escape.

But just as his hand was about to close around the trophy, another person entered the airplane, and he stilled. Forgetting, his goal, he frowned and stared at the girl who came to stand between him and the men.

"What are you doing here?"

"Shocked to see me? You should be. You were not expecting me, were you?"

Matthew shook his head. There is no way he would have expected her here sp soon," Why are you here?"

The girl smiled and sent him a look, "I am here for you. You need to come with me, of course."

Matthew stepped back instead of going towards her. He would be a fool to do that.

"I am not going anywhere with you. Do I look like a fool."

She smiled and shook her head," Of course not. But here’s the thing... according to the papers in my hand, you are definitely a fool."