"Okay." Summer Shawcross smiled and nodded, waiting for the little boy to leave before she looked again at the box in her hand, and then took it into the hotel.
Soon, Summer returned to her hotel room.
Jessica reminded her to rest early and then turned to leave.
The room was left with only Summer Shawcross.
She glanced at the box she had just placed on the desk and recalled the words of the little boy earlier, then raised her hand to turn off all the lights in the room, leaving only a wall lamp on.
Just as she was about to open the box to see how beautiful the things inside it were, a sudden phone ringtone startled her.
Summer Shawcross paused for a moment, then quickly turned around, took the phone out from the small bag by her bedside.
It was a call from Noah Drexler.
She hurriedly swiped the screen to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Did you arrive at the hotel?" The man's deep voice came through the phone.
"Yeah, just got here." She nodded lightly, answering softly.
