Ella Adams sat to one side, her eyes closed as if she were asleep. Just like many years ago, Elijah Smith habitually raised the temperature inside the car slightly.
Ella didn't actually fall asleep, but she closed her eyes to rest them. She could feel every movement Elijah made, so she subconsciously opened them and saw him paying close attention and caring for her just like before. Instantly, warmth surged through her heart, followed by a dense, aching pain.
Wave after wave of emotion unsettled her, and eventually, she straightened her body and opened the car window to let in some fresh air.
Elijah Smith didn't look good; his face seemed a little pale. When the wind blew in, he shivered twice.
The road to the airport was not congested.
When they were almost at the airport, the two finally spoke, exchanging a few words.
"Which airport?"
"Terminal 3."
With just this simple conversation, the atmosphere seemed to ease a bit.