Chapter 2Wife's Secret on the Plane

“This flight will be ten hours, arriving at our destination at 8 PM.”

As soon as Kelly’s announcement ended, the two Frenchmen stood up.

Another flight attendant immediately approached them, saying in fluent English:

“Gentlemen, the restroom is this way.”

About half an hour later, the Italian man also stood up.

This time, Kelly was the one to approach him.

“Sir, the restroom is this way.”

I had a strange feeling.

People usually get up on a plane to use the bathroom.

But typically, there are only two restrooms at the front of the plane. Could this plane have three?

Another ten minutes passed.

No one had returned.

My confusion deepened.

Was everyone having stomach issues as soon as they boarded?

Just then, Moira suddenly walked over and knelt beside me.

“Sir, please follow me to the restroom.”

“Huh? I don’t need to go right now.”

I paused, then asked, curious:

“How many restrooms do you have on this plane?”

Moira’s face turned red as she replied:

“There are six in total. Four in first class, two of which are in the back.”

That many?

I was surprised. Maybe I just hadn't flown many international flights like this.

Half an hour later, the two Frenchmen finally returned.

Their faces wore satisfied expressions.

I couldn't help but look at them with disdain. First class really did attract all sorts of weirdos.

Just then, I felt a slight urge to pee.

As soon as I stood up, Moira walked over.

“Sir, the restroom is this way.”

Wow, the service in first class was something else.

I smiled and followed her to the restroom.

Just as I was about to open the door, I heard some… *indecent* sounds coming from inside.

My hand froze in mid-air.

Who the hell was doing *that*?

On a plane? Doing *that*?

I frowned, turning on the faucet to wash my hands.

The next second, the door opened. The Italian man walked out, adjusting his pants.

“Your service was excellent. I’ll ask for you again next time.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Hearing his voice, I turned my head in disbelief.

Kelly emerged right behind the Italian man.

Her face was glistening with sweat, her makeup slightly smudged.

Her uniform was also a bit wrinkled.

Kelly’s black stockings were gone, but she seemed completely unaware.

Instead, she snapped at Moira, who was standing behind me.

“What are you waiting for? Are you just going to make the customer wait?”

Moira shivered, grabbed my arm, and practically dragged me into the restroom.

“Sir, I… I’m not very experienced with this. Perhaps you could take the lead?”

My mind was reeling with a million thoughts; I barely heard Moira.

“Then, sir, let me help you with your pants…”

As she spoke, she reached out to unbuckle my belt.

That snapped me back to reality. I pushed her away.

“Is this what your ‘service’ means?”

Moira’s face went pale, and she immediately dropped to her knees.

“I’m so sorry, sir, I…”

Before she could finish, I cut her off:

“I’m not blaming you. Just tell me, what exactly *is* your service?”

Moira secretly glanced up at me.

“Sir, didn’t you order an iced Americano?”

“What does that mean?”

“An iced Americano means you get a flight attendant’s full, unconditional service.”

My mind buzzed. The last shred of my illusions shattered.

My breathing became shallow.

I turned, ready to storm out.

Moira desperately clung to me.

“Sir, please! If you go out like this, the Chief will definitely think I provided poor service, and I’ll be reassigned. Please, please help me. Just let me serve you this once!”

I turned back, staring at her coldly.

“This is a crime, you know that?”

Before Moira could answer, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Then, Kelly’s voice came from outside.

“Sir, Moira isn’t very skilled. I need to come in and guide her. May I open the door?”