"I... I'm at an interview!"
"I just watched the news and found out there's a typhoon coming today... It's already raining, and the weather might get worse. You should take a cab back now and not attend the interview. I'm worried about you being alone out there."
"Oh, a typhoon?"
"Yeah, don't get caught in the rain!"
"Alright, alright, I'm on my way back right now!"
Ending the call, Rebecca Quentin put her phone into her bag. She was about to tell Howard Geoffrey about the typhoon when she saw him pulling the car into a roadside motel.
"What are we doing here?"
Howard Geoffrey stopped the car and glanced at Rebecca Quentin's wet body, "Are you planning to go home like this?"
Noticing Howard Geoffrey's gaze fixed on her upper body, Rebecca Quentin immediately hugged herself.
When she answered the call earlier, she had forgotten about her wet shirt, and now, trying to cover it up in front of Howard, it was clearly too late.
