It was dark in the sky.
Wendy Cassia was driving home when the car broke down halfway. She was trapped by the roadside.
Wendy took out her phone and called Selina, but she didn't answer it somehow.
Selina would always be gotten in touch with.
Pursing her lips, Wendy Cassia had to call the trailer service first.
She leaned against the railing by the roadside. The breeze made her hair a little messy, but it was more beautiful at night.
From time to time, a few hooligans riding a motorcycle whistled at her, and Wendy Cassia just had a cold face.
Maybe it was in the rush hour, even the trailer came slowly.
Suddenly, a car stopped in front of Wendy. She tilted her head and looked familiar.
When Wendy was confused, the back door of the car was opened. Louis Wellington's sculptural handsome face came into view. "Is the car broken?"
"As you can see," Wendy Cassia fixed her eyes on him.
"Get in the car and give you a ride." His voice was as imposing as a man's.