It's a two-hour flight from Finas City to Araria City, so it was 12'o clock at noon when the plane landed.
Starry looked pale when she woke up during the trip.
Wyatt turned to her and asked, "You didn't sleep well last night either?"
"No."
With that she squinted her eyes out of the window.
It was a clear sunny day in Araria City.
Starry was soberer as her eyes were stung by the sunshine.
She took out her phone and turned it on, texting Izabella.
Izabella called her soon after the message had been sent. "Starry, are you back?"
Starry smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I just got off the plane."
"Should I come over to pick you up?"
Starry took a look at Wyatt. "No, thanks. I'm here with my friend."
"Wyatt Matthews?"
The pictures were all over the Internet, so Izabella made that guess.
"Yes, it's him."
Starry didn't deny. Izabella hesitated for a while and asked, "Starry, are you seeing him?"
"No."
"Oh, OK, I'm just asking."
"Well, then I will talk to you later. I have to get my luggage."
"Sure, go."
After hanging up on her, Starry turned to Wyatt and asked, "What's up?"
He seemed to have said something to her when she was speaking to Izabella.
Wyatt gave her a smile and said, "Nothing. I just told you to look out."
"Thanks. I am."
"OK."
Wyatt raised his eyebrow as looked toward the direction where Filip had disappeared.
He had lied to Starry, but it was no big deal.
Two marched to the baggage reclaim. Just when Starry found her suitcase, Wyatt helped her take it off from the conveyor belt.
"Thanks."
Wyatt tutted, too tired to argue with her over the formality anymore.
Starry ran into Filip at the exit and gave him a indifferent glance.
Wyatt watched them aside. He lifted his eyebrow, without reminding her to say hi.
Filip glanced at her too, as if she had been some stranger.
Austin watched Starry and his boss, thinking that it was going to be another cloudy day.
Wyatt's car was parked at the airport, which he had drove there when he had gone to Finas City.
Filip got on his car when he was out of the airport, watching the man and the woman walking to the parking lot from the opposite direction in the rear mirror.
After two seconds, he turned his eyes away with cold look on his face.
Austin turned around with a bottle of water. "Here, Mr. Pearson."
"I don't need that."
The man leaned against the seat, with his eyes slightly open.
Austin took away the water and felt timid to say anything else.
As what they say, it never rains, but it pours. Austin was surprised how unlucky he could get.
It's bad enough to ran into Starry at the airport, to make things worse, they saw her and Wyatt again at the Dapper Star.
He felt a pang of remorse for choosing the Dapper Star over Flamewarden Hall, creating another chance for Filip to meet Starry.
Without the sun, the wind was cold.
She ordered her dinner with her phone in her house, and modify something she had written the other day with her laptop.
Meanwhile, the icy atmosphere in the senior meeting room was looming over the attendees.
Filip was sitting there silently with his formidable grim face.
The manager, who had tried to defend herself, was tuning down her voice until she was too scared to finish.
Silence fell upon the large meeting room, where everybody was on pins and needles.
The high-pressured silence lasted for nearly five seconds before the man in the chairman seat spoke, "This is what you have got from three months?"
Filip sniffed, "If you can't do it, I can change the team.'
With that he rose to leave the meeting room.
Austin soon caught up with him, following after him with a meter away, daring not to get closer or farther.
Filip entered the elevator and glanced at the files on Austin's hands. "Cancel the morning meeting tomorrow."
"Yes, Mr. Pearson."
Austin soon moved and hide the files Filip was still looking at.
He thought he'd better hide them away from Filip to avoid adding fuel to the fire.
When the car stopped, Filip felt an unspoken depression in his chest.
Inexplicably, he drove the car outside Starry's villa.
This time, there was finally light in there.
There he sat in the car, staring at the lighted second story and lighted up a cigarette
Wind blew in with chillness. He got so sober by the nicotine and the cold wind.
It was the soberness that made him realize that there might be no turning back.
His pride and self-control were invalid when he was with Starry Bradley.
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