Among the bustle of other flights boarding at the same time, Summer Sutton couldn't hear much.
Her head felt heavy and groggy because she had slept deeply. When she drowsily woke up, it was already three o'clock.
The plane had taken off an hour ago.
Summer Sutton stared stiffly at her phone's time and was dumbfounded.
Having missed the flight, she had no other option.
She thought she'd spend the night at the airport and catch the earliest flight back tomorrow morning.
She was about to lean in for another nap when suddenly her phone rang.
The caller ID showed the name, Adrian Walyon.
It's already three o'clock...
Summer Sutton didn't understand the reason for his call.
She stared at the phone screen for a while before stiffly pressing the answer button.
"You didn't call me today." Adrian Walyon's voice came from the other end, as mellifluous as ever.
Summer Sutton was stunned.
So, he'd been waiting for her call all this time?
