He is like the moon by nature, cold, proud, surrounded by stars, unattainable.
Many people revolve around him, yet none can touch him.
Ariella Sawyer is a sensible person; she sees everything clearly.
Thinking her call yesterday was a bit uncalled for, Ariella smirked self-deprecatingly, stood up, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant dejectedly.
The surrounding guests kept their eyes on her from the moment she appeared in the restaurant until she left; their attention was consistently high.
Ariella ignored these people, left the restaurant, and got into her car with her head down.
After returning, she continued with her routine as if nothing happened, not taking the restaurant incident to heart.
But what she never expected was that the next day, barely past seven, her agent's calls bombarded her phone.
Ariella was awakened from her bed, groggily grabbed her phone to answer, "Sister Chapman, what's up?"
