SUNDAY, it’s the day of their flight. Hera, who started to feel nervous, sat on the passenger seat and can’t help herself not to sigh.

Dylan then looked at her. “Is everything alright?”

She nodded but never met his gaze. “Don’t mind me,” she said.

Dylan frowned as he started the engine of his car. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t push through. He just shook his head and drove away from the building.

As he can’t stand the silence inside his car. He spoke. “If this has something about the invitation—”

“No.” she shook her head and gazed at him. “I told you, it’s fine. And...