Summer Sutton finding her way here was something Watt Bennet truly hadn't anticipated.
In the sky, snowflakes were falling gently. Tonight, the snowfall was quite heavy, quickly turning Watt Bennet's black coat white as they landed on his shoulders.
The restaurant was 108 floors high, surprisingly quiet, as if the world had dwindled down to just the two of them.
Summer Sutton stared blankly at him sitting in the terrace restaurant. Stunned for a few seconds, a complex emotion welled up in her chest.
He's still here!
She hadn't expected that.
When he called earlier tonight, they had already started arguing. She thought his temperament would lead him to storm off in anger.
Actually, to be honest, Summer can be a bit headstrong sometimes.
For instance, in tonight's phone argument, she was more at fault.
He called so many times; she should have guessed it was something important!
Fortunately, it seems he never held her stubbornness against her.
