Bell Collins kept waiting like this, not even knowing herself what she was waiting for.
Time slowly passed, and it was almost midnight when she finally decided to hail a taxi to leave, having waited in vain the entire night.
But then, a miracle happened!
The man she had been waiting for all night finally returned.
His shirt collar was unbuttoned by two buttons, his hair slightly messy, and his expression colder than she had ever seen before.
This Edward Anderson looked very unfamiliar to her. It was the same face, but completely different from the playboy she used to know.
Standing in the darkness, she wanted to call out his name, "Edward Anderson," but the words got stuck in her throat.
She couldn't take her eyes off his retreating figure, not understanding where she had gone wrong.
As she stood there, bewildered, Edward Anderson suddenly turned around and walked back to her, pulling her out of the corner.
