Hillside Villa.
Wrapped in a thin blanket, Amelia sat on the sofa in the living room. It took her quite a while to finally set down the landline phone she was holding.
She sat there in a daze for a long time before her sluggish brain seemed to slowly come to terms with reality, and a self-mocking, cool smile appeared on her lips.
Indeed, he was someone who had spent several years in the Special Forces; his driving skills were top-notch. Not to mention a little snowfall, even if he were stuck in a glacier, there would probably be no problem at all.
It was she who had sentimentally worried about him all night, eagerly calling him in the early morning to inquire, only to find that he was diligently by another woman's side, concerned for another woman's safety.
She raised her delicate white fingers to pinch the slightly aching center of her brow, then got up and went upstairs to change into her own clothes. After a quick wash up, she exited the villa.
