At the entrance of the airport, a gaze quietly observed the scene in the lobby through the car window. He turned his head and instructed the attendant behind him, "Call the airport staff and destroy the evidence of Miss Ford's entry and exit."
"Understood." The person replied respectfully, turned his head, and made the call.
The black extended luxury car slowly departed after that.
Nocturne.
Ethan Laurent waited until nine o'clock, making countless calls, but not a single one went through.
His cool eyes stared blankly at the bunch of blooming cherry blossoms on the table. Slowly, he realized something unusual about her, and suddenly, a sharp pain twisted his chest.
As if realizing something, his slightly lowered face abruptly lifted. He rushed out of the house with swift strides.
Along the way he ran, he kept recalling the conversation he had with Summer Ford:
