The hospital lobby was crowded, so Sophie Smith didn't stay inside to avoid attention.
She stepped outside, standing at the entrance of a coffee shop, waiting for Asher Land to pick her up.
Due to the cold weather, there were few people on the street. Standing in an inconspicuous corner, she appeared somewhat lonely.
Anxiously, she glanced at her watch, constantly stamping her feet in place, hoping to warm herself up.
She was bringing it on herself; actually, she could have just hailed a taxi home, but she insisted on calling Asher Land to pick her up—it was quite pretentious.
She frowned, secretly regretting in her heart, when suddenly two honks caught her attention.
A black sedan stopped in front of her, and as the window rolled down slowly, Oliver Johnson's face appeared.
"Mr. Johnson?"
It's so late, what's he doing here?
