She picked up her phone time and time again, wanting to make the call, yet uncertain what to say.
After much hesitation, she ultimately did not make the call.
"Ah..." Emma Benson leaned back into the sofa, staring at the city's bright night scene through the floor-to-ceiling window, slowly becoming transfixed.
It was not until the sound of the door opening did she instinctively turn her head to see the man's tall figure walking in.
Walter Schmidt, clad in a white military uniform and wearing a cap, strode in, his sexy thin lips curling into a smile upon seeing the woman on the sofa.
For a moment, Emma was stunned, eyes shimmering with awe; it was her first time seeing him in a military cap. His tall and upright figure was flawless, without a single bad angle, infuriatingly handsome.
As she watched him advance, the man's hands were behind his back, his steps firm. Emma collected herself and slowly stood up, smiling faintly at him.
