"Wow——" As the car arrived near the coastline highway, the sound of waves crashing against the shore was heard.
The vast ocean waves, undulating like a grand mountain river painting, vividly unfolding before the eyes...
Collins Aiden parked the car at a spot near the sea and turned off the engine.
He didn't get off but sat quietly in the driver's seat, waiting for Chester Yale, who had already fallen asleep.
Time passed by second by second.
His face showed no trace of impatience or anxiety, just quietly waiting, looking more like a silent guardianship.
"Why didn't you wake me up when we arrived? Do you want me to sleep until dark and then treat you to dinner?" Chester Yale didn't know when he woke up, glanced at his location, and disdainfully opened his lips.
