Summer was good-looking and diligent. Besides, she didn't haggle over every ounce. In fact, several
youngsters on the set liked her, but no one dared to show it.
Summer had experienced a lot in the past few years, so she seemed to be different from ordinary
people. Even if a man had feeling for her, he dreaded to confess since she was way out of his league.
Summer went to the airport by car and only waited for half an hour to board the plane.
As it was a morning flight, there weren't many people and were lots of vacant seats in it.
After Summer got on the plane, she asked the flight attendant for a blanket. Sitting by the window, she
looked out into the darkness, but could see nothing.
She had been busy over the past month. She didn't have time to think about custody until in midnight.
And there was no coverage about Leonardo and Amber’s wedding for now. Summer was thankful for it
the most. There was still time.
Although Summer was exhausted physically and mentally, she leaned against the back of the chair and
failed to sleep. She closed her eyes and found it useless. Then, she opened her eyes and lost in
thought.
And two hours passed.
After the plane landed, Summer walked out of the airport with her luggage and got a call from Bruce.
Bruce had asked Summer to tell him if she returned from the set, but she forgot. Furthermore, since it
probably would be inconvenient for him to stay there, she didn't let Bruce go with her.
A few days ago, he had called her to ask when she planned to return to Hoover City and said that he
would pick her up.
Summer hadn't taken his words seriously at that time. To her surprise, Bruce called her right after she
arrived in Hoover City. Did he guess that she would take this flight back?
Summer managed to have a free hand to answer the phone after putting the bag on the suitcase.
Before she uttered a word, she heard Bruce on the other end ask, "Ms. Summer, have you got off the
plane?"
"How do you know that?" Summer asked as she walked.
It was nearly empty at the airport exit at three a.m. in the morning. Since it was cold, Summer drew her
coat around her and gained speed to walk out.
"I called you an hour and a half ago and I couldn't get through. You told me that you won't return until
after the wrap party. However, since you changed your mind and were in a hurry, you would take the
latest flight." Bruce made a reasonable and convincing analysis.
Summer smiled and said, "Yes, I have got off the plane. I'm going out of it now."
"Which exit are you at? I'll drive over to pick you up." Summer heard the sound of the engine starting
as Bruce spoke.
Summer was shocked for a moment before she looked up and said, "I'm at Exit E."
"I'll be right there in three minutes." Bruce hung up after he finished speaking.
Summer stopped at the roadside and waited for Bruce to drive over. There were only a few people on
the road. Summer tucked her coat around her again, feeling it was exceptionally cold this spring in
Hoover City.
In less than three minutes, Bruce arrived.
Having a good eyesight, Summer could see Bruce's car from afar.
Bruce stopped the car in front of Summer and got off the car to help her put the luggage in the trunk.
Summer wanted to do it by herself. Since Bruce had got out of the car, she at last did not say anything
else. She opened the car door and got in.
She was really tired, both physically and mentally.
After putting on the suitcase, Bruce got in the car and sat behind the wheel.
Seeing him get on, Summer asked, "How long have you been waiting?"
"I didn't get through when I called you at first, so I drove over. Whenever a plane landed, I called you. I
didn't succeed until you got off the plane," Bruce said. Although it was clumsy, it worked at last.
"You don't have to do this," Summer said. She meant that Bruce did not need to be so kind to her.
Without turning round, Bruce drove the car carefully and said stubbornly, "Since I work for you, I'm
responsible for protecting you. It is not safe for a woman to stay outside alone at night." In fact, his
words made sense.
Summer remained silent for a long time after hearing him.
Bruce kept looking ahead. In his mind, he did everything he should do and didn't need Summer to
answer him. However, Summer felt mixed emotions.
On such a cold spring night, she came back alone with exhaustion for a custody battle, which she
probably had no chance of winning. In fact, she was at the verge of collapse.
In Bruce's car, she couldn't help but feel warm and touched.
Although she was homeless and drifted from place to place, she met many strangers who showed
goodwill to her.
For example, Eliza, who had helped her leave the wrap party in advance. And Bruce, who had tried
hard to figure out when she would arrive and come to pick her up late at night.
Became of them, Summer had energy to cheer herself up.
Summer took a deep breath and closed the car window before saying softly, "Thank you."
Although she said in a low voice, Bruce heard it clearly as he paid close attention to her.
"As I said, it is my duty to protect you as your bodyguard," Bruce repeated his previous words.
Summer looked up at him and said, "I know. But I'm still grateful. You are actually kind."
Bruce turned to give her a solemn and cold look, "I killed many people. I'm not a good guy."
"I only said that you are nice to me. I didn't mean you are a good person," Summer raised her
eyebrows slightly and said with a smile. Bruce snorted and stopped talking.
Summer looked outside at the street lamps and then fell asleep soundly.
Since it was stable when Bruce drove, Summer did not wake up halfway.
When Bruce reached the destination and was about to wake Summer up, he received a message.
Bruce read it and opened the door to get out of the car, heading towards the other end of the street
where there were no street lights.
A car stopped there in the darkness, and one could hardly see it without careful observation.
Bruce walked over, but he didn't reach out to knock on the car door until his eyes got used to the
darkness.
After the window was rolled down, there came a smell of cigarettes from inside.
After smoking a few cigarettes in succession, the man asked in a deeper voice, "Did you pick her up?"
"Do you want to see her? She is sleeping in the car." Bruce said thoughtfully. Actually, it was strange
that he would say it.
The man in the car remained silent for a moment, "No need."
Afterwards, he lit another cigarette. The lighter was turned off, and there came the distinct smell of
cigarettes once again. In the darkness, there was only cigarette sparks.
Bruce looked at him and frowned slightly, "Leonardo, I find that you have something in common with
your elder sister."
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