Savanna thought that Brandon would not wait for her. When she walked out of the airport, he was standing at the exit. He was tall and slender with sunglasses, looking cool and handsome. The lens reflected the bustling crowd. Brandon attracted the attention of many girls.
Seeing Savanna follow, he strode forward and casually called a taxi. He took a few steps to the back and put away his luggage. Regardless of whether Savanna was willing or not, he took the luggage from her and threw it into the trunk.
Savanna wanted to say something, but her soft waist was buckled by him, and his other hand was placed on the roof of the car, indicating that she should sit in.
After ten years of unrequited love and two years of separation, this was the first time that Savanna had enjoyed this kind of treatment. It was ironic.
It was an indescribable strange feeling.