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    Ronald noted the briefness of her response.


    He was about to inquire further, but Rachel interrupted, “I’m currently tied up. I need to go.” The call ended abruptly.


    Right after Ronald disconnected, he found himself under a probing stare. “What was her response?”


    “She acknowledged the information,” Ronald answered, sensing the tension escte.


    Brian’s expression grew tense, his brow knitting together. “Is that it? She didn’t confirm she’de for me?”


    Caught in an ufortable position, Ronald hesitated. Rachel’s tone left doubt about her intention to appear.


    Under Brian’s prating stare, Ronald kept his thoughts to himself, fearing he might provoke further tension.


    Brian’s impatience was evident as he drummed his fingers against the tabletop.


    He paused, then instructed Ronald, “Try calling her again to ensure she remembers.”


    “Understood.”


    However, Rachel didn’t respond to Ronald’s ensuing calls. Despite several attempts, each call went unanswered.


    Ronald finally suggested, “Sir, perhaps she might respond to you instead of me, even if I were to call ten more times.”


    Brian dismissed him with a gesture. “That’s enough, you can go.”


    Once outside, Ronald exhaled deeply, casting a concerned look back at the shut door.


    Brian’s stubbornness was legendary. Both he and Rachel were entrenched in their positions, neither prepared to yield or reach out first. Their mutual longing remained unacknowledged.


    Yet in matters of the heart,promise was crucial; without it, things might never resolve…


    Ronald refrained from contemting the what-ifs.


    The following day, as the aircraft touched down, Brian deactivated airne mode. He immediately checked for new messages. Disappointment set in; the message he was anticipating wasn’t there. His face hardened.


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    Stepping off the ne, he questioned Ronald, “Did you definitely tell her I wasing back today?”


    Ronald nodded. “Yes, I explicitly stated it.”


    “And the time? Could there have been a mistake?”


    “Yes and no. I informed her at eleven this morning, which was fifteen minutes prior to our actualnding.”


    Brian found himself at a loss for words. All the details had been correctly ryed. Yet, there was no message from Rachel.


    With a sense of emptiness, Brian proceeded through the terminal, his cold expression ensuring no one dared approach.


    Ronald trailed behind, handling the baggage.


    The terminal buzzed with a lively crowd, adorned in a field of vibrant attire.


    Brian’s eyes swept over the assembly, searching for Rachel to no avail. His frustration mounting, he was about to exit when a vibrant call stopped him.


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