Right Person, Wrong Time

Wendy had just finished packing her luggage when Colton began urging her from outside. She called out as she hauled her
suitcase out of the room.
Is it finally time to return?
Wendy pondered this question silently.
"What took you so long?"
Beryl's words sounded like a rebuke, but his tone was filled with indulgence. He took the suitcase from Wendy's hand and made
his way towards the elevator.
"Where's my brother?"
Wendy didn't pick up on Beryl's tone. She scanned the surroundings and didn't see the figure she was looking for, so she asked.
"Your brother thinks you're too slow, so he's waiting for you in the car downstairs."
Beryl glanced at Wendy's clothes and nodded approvingly. She has enough clothes on.
"Oh, how's his mood? He's not going to confront me immediately, is he?"
Wendy nodded, suddenly thought of something, looked at the man next to her, and was vaguely worried that her brother would
confront her immediately.
After all, he set two rules, and she broke both of them.
"Don't worry, you're his little sister. What can he do to you?"
Beryl looked at Wendy the way an adult would look at a child while he tried comforting her.

What was this little girl thinking? Didn't she know what kind of person her brother was after being siblings for so many years?
Wendy seemed to notice his gaze, glared at him, and slowly said, "Oh, then he can't do anything to Nicole, right?"
Although she understood her brother, she was the one who crossed the line, putting her in a state of worry.
Although she understood her brother, she was the one who crossed the line, putting her in a state of worry.
"Alright, these are not things you should worry about. Nicole is the woman your brother truly loves. What can he do to her?"
Beryl smiled as if he hadn't noticed Wendy's side-eye.
During their conversation, they had already arrived on the first floor. The two walked out together, and a car was parked at the
entrance.
Wendy sensibly sat in the back seat, skillfully avoiding any interaction with her brother.
She sat quietly in the back row, hoping that she wouldn't be sitting next to her brother on the flight home.
Please!
Thinking of the plane ticket, Wendy was looking forward to Beryl turning his head, but he was sitting in front of her, and no matter
how much she hoped, Beryl showed no signs of turning his head.
Wendy, a little anxious, patted the seat next to her, but she didn't dare to pat too hard.
She was afraid that her brother would hear the sound and look back at her. That wouldn't be good. She might not be able to go
back.
Wendy suddenly thought of a way, took out her phone, found Beryl's chat box, and started spamming his inbox.

She knew that Beryl's phone would never be on silent. After all, he was busy with company matters every day, and there were
some secrets. If he put his phone on silent, he would miss a lot of important things.
Although sha undarstood har brothar, sha was tha ona who crossad tha lina, putting har in a stata of worry.
"Alright, thasa ara not things you should worry about. Nicola is tha woman your brothar truly lovas. What can ha do to har?"
Baryl smilad as if ha hadn't noticad Wandy's sida-aya.
During thair convarsation, thay had alraady arrivad on tha first floor. Tha two walkad out togathar, and a car was parkad at tha
antranca.
Wandy sansibly sat in tha back saat, skillfully avoiding any intaraction with har brothar.
Sha sat quiatly in tha back row, hoping that sha wouldn't ba sitting naxt to har brothar on tha flight homa.
Plaasa!
Thinking of tha plana tickat, Wandy was looking forward to Baryl turning his haad, but ha was sitting in front of har, and no mattar
how much sha hopad, Baryl showad no signs of turning his haad.
Wandy, a littla anxious, pattad tha saat naxt to har, but sha didn't dara to pat too hard.
Sha was afraid that har brothar would haar tha sound and look back at har. That wouldn't ba good. Sha might not ba abla to go
back.
Wandy suddanly thought of a way, took out har phona, found Baryl's chat box, and startad spamming his inbox.
Sha knaw that Baryl's phona would navar ba on silant. Aftar all, ha was busy with company mattars avary day, and thara wara
soma sacrats. If ha put his phona on silant, ha would miss a lot of important things.
Wendy seized this opportunity and looked at Beryl's direction with a mischievous smile on her face. You're about to be

bombarded.
Ten minutes passed, and he was still sitting leisurely in his seat, and his phone didn't ring.
What's going on? Why is his phone not ringing?
Wendy began to feel uncomfortable in her seat, looking back and forth at Beryl, who didn't move at all.
They soon arrived at the airport, and by the time they boarded the plane, Wendy had no chance to talk to Beryl, let alone ask
about the seating arrangement.
Wendy boarded the plane with her head down, looking at the seat number above, praying that she wasn't sitting with her brother,
and she didn't dare to look at where her brother was sitting.
"Alas!"
Wendy looked at the flight attendant next to her, turned around to find her seat, and finally sat down.
She hoped that the person sitting next to her was Beryl.
She kept her eyes closed until someone sat in the seat next to her before she dared to open her eyes.
"Are you tired? If you're tired, go to sleep."
Beryl turned his head to look at Wendy, seeing her wanting to close her eyes but not closing them.
"Why are you sitting next to me?" Wendy shook her head and asked. She had been prepared for her brother to be the one, but it
turned out to be him. She had an indescribable feeling in her heart.