Walter Schmidt stiffened, seeing her firm demeanor and knowing her temperament, he didn't say anything further.
But he didn't leave either, instead, he stood steadily two meters behind Tara Summer, letting the rain soak him through.
Like a statue, his face was icy from the rain, his complexion gradually turning ashen.
Finally, Tara couldn't stand it any longer. She turned her head to glance at the man's rigid figure, her heart aching for him.
"If I don't agree, will you stand there indefinitely?"
Walter didn't move, his back straightening even more, saying nothing in response, as if tacitly assenting.
Seeing his resolve, Tara shook her head. Picking up her cell phone, she got up and paused as she passed him. "Alright, if you can get a flight to Auckland at half past eleven, I'll agree."
With that, she walked away.
Walter's gloomy eyes instantly lit up. He stared at Tara's retreating back for a good while before snapping out of it.
