At about 6 PM, the plane landed at the airport in South Africa. Maxwell was dressed in a crisp suit, waiting for Choice at the entrance of the airport while impatiently looking at the time.
He was only able to let out a long sigh when he caught sight of her making her way towards him with a small suitcase in tow.
Soon they sat in the car with their seat belts on, and he accelerated into the highway.
"It's beautiful here, Max," Choice murmured, her gaze wistful, "I wish I could stay more than a night." Her voice betrayed her disappointment, her lips pressed in a thin line of dissatisfaction.
Max didn't let his gaze leave the road, he was driving almost at a high speed.
Choice didn't mind, she knew he was a busy man and thought maybe he was in a hurry to meet up with an appointment af
