No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1945: Hayes Edwards Extra (102)

They were always those kids, holding their parents’ hands ten years ago, and holding their own hands ten years later, growing up with themselves, forever passionate and longing for freedom.

Before the holiday ended, Grace Winter and Harry Huston met up once more.

This time Helena also came, and the two of them hugged each other as soon as they met, jumping like they had only been apart for a day.

Sitting together, everyone quickly started talking and laughing as they used to, facing the setting sun, the charcoal in the barbecue grill crackling, rich food aromas wafting in the air, accompanied by everyone’s cheerful laughter.

The cold wind couldn’t dispel the excitement and joy.

On the day of departure, Hayes Edwards took Grace Winter to the airport.

There weren’t many people at the airport today, the weather in the morning was foggy, the daylight hidden behind thick dark clouds, with a light, continuous drizzle.

The airport was very quiet, perfectly fitting for a farewell.

From home to the airport, it was a half-hour drive, and they left an hour early, spending little time on the road.

To allow more time for the farewell.

Grace Winter wore a mask, dressed in a fluffy, soft down jacket, which Hayes Edwards had forcefully put on her.

He said it was very cold abroad, drizzling and damp, the chill wrapped in moisture, penetrating to one’s bones.

"Did you bring everything?" Hayes Edwards asked.

He reached out and adjusted the hat on Grace Winter’s head, a ring of white fur around it, making her face appear even more delicate and petite.

Grace Winter nodded, her voice came from behind the mask, a bit muffled but very obedient, "I brought everything."

Last night while packing, Hayes Edwards had already checked her luggage many times.

When the words fell, there was another brief silence, but fortunately, they still had time, no need to rush to board the plane.

"When you get there, remember to call me."

Grace Winter agreed.

Hayes Edwards continued, "Will you come back?"

Grace Winter looked up at him, the young man was very tall, a head taller than her, even with a mask covering half his face, just revealing those eyes was enough to be striking.

"Of course, I’ll come back when the holidays arrive." She curled her lips, her eyes filled with tiny smiles.

Hayes Edwards nodded, the taste of parting was not pleasant, tossing and turning last night, he kept thinking, could it be that all of this was just a dream, an illusion.

Actually, Grace Winter had never returned.

Because of this, Harry Huston received three calls from Hayes Edwards in the middle of the night.

Each call revolved around one person—Grace Winter.

"It’s really real, Brother Edwards, I’m begging you, do you know what time it is now, otherwise you can hit me, I’ll definitely scream and prove to you that you’re not dreaming."

"I know it’s not a dream, it’s just that I..."

Just what?

Just afraid.

"Hayes." Grace Winter suddenly spoke.

Hayes Edwards came back to his senses and met her gaze, those eyes were very clear, like the sky when it wasn’t raining, "Hmm."

"I will come back." She said, "And I’ll call you, send messages, every day, as long as you’re not annoyed by me."

Just like when they were little, always following behind him.

As long as you’re not annoyed by me.

"I’m not annoyed." Hayes Edwards suddenly said, "Grace Winter, I..." He paused, his voice softened, "I’ve never been annoyed by you."

When they were younger, they didn’t know much about many things, would hurt the ones they cared about, pretended to dislike, would push away their habits.