Destination of Love
I agreed to the ten-year contract, with no returning home.
He booked my flight for three days later.
He told me I should say a proper goodbye to my family. After all, I wouldn't be coming back for a decade.
As soon as I hung up, Edwin came through the door. He wrapped his arm around my waist, smiling sweetly.
"What were you booking on the phone?" he asked.
"The opera tickets I bought earlier. I couldn't make it because of the hospital stay, so I canceled them," I said casually.
"I see. But why didn't you tell me you were discharged? I would've picked you up."