After Maya Spencer fell asleep exhausted, he finally closed his eyes and slowly drifted into slumber.
That night, Ella Turner was sleepless. She thought about how she would leave the city she had lived in for five years the next day, about how she’d no longer have her brother, and would never see Elijah Reed again. Her heart felt blocked and suffocated with a lump in her chest that made her cry.
Holding the pillow tightly in her arms, she sobbed softly, asking, "Why don’t you like ? What’s wrong with , I can change!"
She still cared about Elijah Reed, hoping for a good developnt with him, but eight hours had passed since Maya returned, and she still hadn’t received a call from Elijah.
Ella was afraid, afraid that she wouldn’t even get to see him one last ti tomorrow, afraid he wouldn’t co to send her off.
As she thought about things with Elijah Reed just trailing off like this, she cried more and more sadly, wetting the pillow with her tears.
anwhile, in another apartnt, Elijah Reed was also sleepless, tossing and turning in bed, his mind full of Ella’s image.
The image of her crying sadly; the silhouette of her foolishly smiling at him; he also recalled Ella Turner’s fair skin, her stealthy kiss towards him; rembering when he was showering, his body would respond thinking about her.
Thinking this, Elijah took a deep breath and impatiently turned over. He couldn’t understand what was wrong with him. Wasn’t he terrified to see her? Didn’t he get nervous when he saw Ella? Why couldn’t he shake her image from his mind?
Elijah was vexed and disturbed. When he recalled how Ella publicly confessed and was rejected, he suddenly sat up from bed, madly scratching his hair, extrely impatient.
Looking at his own frustrated self, he reached out his right hand and slapped his forehead, saying disdainfully, "Elijah, what are you doing? Are you crazy? Aren’t you afraid of that woman? Why do you keep thinking about her?"
Elijah couldn’t understand himself, even though he was trying to comfort himself, he still couldn’t sleep and was insomniac.
Elijah had always had good sleep quality, but ever since things soured with Ella, he found it hard to sleep every night. Every ti he was close to sleeping, the thought of Ella would wake him up in surprise, especially tonight, knowing that girl would leave, he couldn’t sleep for a long ti.
Elijah didn’t know how to calm his mood, nor did he know how to say goodbye to Ella the next day.
However, when he thought about never seeing Ella again, that girl wouldn’t cry in front of him, wouldn’t foolishly smile at him, Elijah’s heart would inexplicably race, nervous to the point of fear, feeling about to lose sothing very important.
This anxiety lasted until six in the morning, as daylight gradually broke, his eyelids never closed. He hastily got up, quickly tidied himself, and left the apartnt.
anwhile, in Ella Turner’s apartnt, she looked at the ti on her phone, it was already 6:20 in the morning. She had waited an entire night but still hadn’t received Elijah’s call, her eyes swollen from crying.
At this mont, recalling Elijah again, she felt he was so unfamiliar, as if she had never known him.
But when she lifted her gaze, it seed she could see Elijah sleeping beside her.
Although Elijah felt unfamiliar, he was also so familiar, every corner of her room had his image; he stood at the bathroom door waiting for her, he sat on the bed reading stories to her, he lay on her bed sleeping.
When Ella walked barefoot into the living room, she saw him sitting on the sofa watching television, he turned his head and smiled at her.
She raised her head, looked towards the dining room, and saw Elijah sitting at the table eating.
Two months, not too long and not too short, yet Ella felt like she had spent most of a lifeti, and this lifeti was all accompanied by Elijah.
Ella looked at the luggage box in the living room, then turned to look at the big bed in the bedroom, the phone she tossed onto the bed still showed no reaction.
Ella, with reddened eyes, took a long breath, thinking, wouldn’t it be likely she won’t even see him one last ti!
In that mont, Ella felt sad again, had she known earlier, she would have secretly taken so photos while with Elijah, at least in the future she could take them out when missing him to cure her lovesickness.
The entire morning, Ella felt like she was dreaming, her head muddled and blank, except for Elijah’s na and his image, nothing else could fit.
At half past seven in the morning, Liam Spencer drove Maya to take her to the airport.
Liam busily helped Ella put the luggage box into the car’s trunk, this was the first ti Liam did such heavy work, for Maya’s sake, he extended his care, willingly acting as a laborer for her best friend.
Following behind Maya, Ella blinked her big eyes, seeming to search for soone’s figure but saw nothing.
Maya, as she pulled her into the back seat of the car, patted the back of her hand, comforting: "Elijah might be waiting for you at the airport."
"Mm!" Ella nodded, but she held no hope in her heart anymore.
However, when they arrived at the airport, after Ella picked up her ticket, Elijah’s figure still hadn’t appeared.
The ti stopped at 9:20, Elijah still hadn’t co, Maya couldn’t help but feel flustered. She thought, Elijah shouldn’t be that petty, would he really not even want to send Ella off? After all, they used to be so good.
Maya felt unbalanced inside, so she found an excuse and said, "Third Brother, Ella, I’m going to the bathroom, be right back."
"Mm!"
"I’ll go with you." Liam saw the little emotion between Maya’s brows and eyes and knew the guy intended to secretly call Elijah.
However, after the kidnapping incident last ti, Liam didn’t trust Maya to act alone in public places, so he decided to accompany her.
Maya knew Liam was worried about her, so she didn’t refuse him.
Sure enough, as soon as Maya approached the restroom doorway, she pulled out the phone to call Elijah.
On the other end, Elijah didn’t answer, Maya dialed three tis in succession, he still didn’t pick up.
After the last call went unanswered, Maya furrowed her eyebrows tightly, raised her head, and anxiously asked Liam, "Third Brother, what do I do? Elijah isn’t answering his phone, he’s really not coming, right?"
Seeing Maya anxious, Liam raised his right hand and pinched her face, comforting: "Elijah conducts himself with discretion, he knows what he wants, no need to worry."
"Ah! So he really doesn’t like Ella, but is it necessary to hide even for sending her off? So petty." Maya unhappily pouted, feeling Elijah was too timid.
"Maya, there’s no need to do so much, just go with the flow. Even if Elijah doesn’t like Ella, Ella will have her own life in the future." Liam said, then took Maya back to the departure hall.
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