The ride back was smooth and uneventful.
This was probably the most pleasant evening Summer Thorne had had since going abroad.
Of course, it would have been even better if she hadn't seen someone she'd rather have avoided in the hotel lobby when she got back.
Summer Thorne wasn't greedy. She knew that moment when they walked hand-in-hand in the restaurant was precious enough. So when they returned to the hotel, she got out of the car first. Just as she was about to head straight for the elevators, she suddenly saw someone by the front desk turn around, smile, and wave at her.
Felix York.
Summer Thorne couldn't help but stop in her tracks and look up at him.
Felix York's gaze, however, quickly shifted to the person behind her.
Summer Thorne remained standing there, motionless, but a hand came from behind and rested gently on her waist.
Summer Thorne wasn't actually afraid of seeing Felix York; she just hadn't expected him to appear so quickly and suddenly.
