Mr. Mysterious shook his head again. “It’s still too late.”

Estelle smiled and asserted helplessly, “When do you want to get married to me? Do you want to hold a wedding ceremony on the plane in front of the other passengers? It’s too embarrassing.”

“How about... tonight?”

“Tonight?” Estelle was confused as her eyes widened in shock. “Mr. Hans, it’s almost one o’clock in the morning now. The wedding dress stores and the church are closed.”

With his eyes gleaming, Mr. ...