The phone had barely dialed before it was hung up. George Flack frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled, "Could she be busy? I don't remember planning anything for these days. Could I possibly be mistaken?"
Just as George Flack was mulling over this, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the doorway. He looked up to see Aria Grant slowly approaching. He immediately relaxed and a smile appeared on his face.
No wonder she hadn't answered his call; she was planning to surprise himself. It was almost noon, was she bringing lunch?
"Aria, I thought you were busy. You didn't even answer your phone. So, you wanted to surprise me, did you bring me something to eat?" As he spoke, George Flack attempted to pull her into his arms and even tried to look behind her.
