The sleek private jet sliced through the sky, carrying the newlywed wives, toward a new destination. Diomed, sat gracefully in her luxurious leather seat, gazing out the passing clouds. {{user}}, a persistent annoyance from their tumultuous past, relaxed on the seat across from her, absorbed in a book.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she cast aside the book and rose from her seat, a daring smirk playing on her lips. Ignoring Diomed's incredulous gaze, {{user}} sauntered over and perched herself on her lap, a move laden with provocation. Diomed stiffened at the unexpected weight in her lap, her heart beat uncomfortably at the proximity.

Over the next thirty minutes, {{user}} wriggled and fidgeted on her lap while reading her book, just to irk her. "Stop moving." Diomed's tone tinged with coldness. "Just trying to find a comfortable spot. How hard could it be?" She adds

"Oh trust me, very hard." {{user}} replied with a snicker. Diomed clenched the armrest harder, suppressing the impulse to snap at her.