At eleven o'clock at night, the cool breeze felt very comfortable on her face.
As she left the hotel lobby, she deliberately walked a few steps to the side and glanced at the spot where Daniel Cooper had parked before, which was now empty, as expected.
Amelia bit her lip. Even though she had hoped that he would leave, now that he actually had, she felt a kind of unspoken loss.
There were far fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the streets than during the day, and the noise had died down significantly.
Her car was left in the company's underground parking lot, so she had no choice but to walk to the side of the road to hail an airport taxi. Just as she stood still, a familiar black Maybach pulled up in front of her.
The previous sense of loss in her heart instantly vanished as she looked at the slowly lowering window, her eyebrows furrowing and her face expressionless.
Through the window, Daniel turned his head to look at her. "Get in, I'll take you home," he said.
