Secret Marriage, High-Profile Pampering!-Chapter 818: He’s Gone…

The door was locked from the inside; Adrian Walyon couldn’t get in at all.

The captain seemed overwhelmed by the current situation, yet the door to the cockpit remained shut.

The plane’s announcement for water landing preparation sounded, inducing a chorus of frantic screams in the cabin.

The aircraft continued to shake, each jolt growing increasingly intense.

The pilot attempted to ascend, but each slight elevation quickly turned back into a descent.

Unable to enter the cockpit, Adrian could only return to his seat to prepare for a water evacuation.

Just as he settled down, the plane suddenly plunged downwards.

As the ground came closer, the cabin passengers could clearly see the ocean surface.

After the crash, the plane skidded some distance across the water, followed by a thunderous bang.

Everything fell silent thereafter...

...

At this hour domestically, the day was just breaking.

Summer Sutton couldn’t sleep a wink last night, for reasons unknown. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She woke up very early in the morning.

After receiving Adrian Walyon’s call, she, still groggy, headed to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

She took out a lemon, intending to slice it to make some lemon water, but accidentally cut her fingertip with the knife.

Bright red blood welled up.

Summer stared in a daze at her injured hand, feeling no pain, yet her chest throbbed inexplicably.

It was a sudden sensation, with no warning; she had felt perfectly fine while speaking on the phone with Adrian before he boarded, and now she felt this way.

Feeling unbearably stifled inside, Summer poured herself a cup of warm water and took a sip, hoping it would ease her heart, but despite drinking several cups, the oppressive sensation only intensified.

Her heart felt torn, the pain making it difficult for her to breathe.

Crouching on the ground, Summer stared blankly at the floor for a long while before heading to the living room to call Adrian.

Adrian had just boarded not long ago, and her call went through only to find no one answering.

He’s on the plane; it’s normal that he can’t answer, Summer reassured herself, returning to the kitchen to continue preparing breakfast.

However, her mind remained relentlessly chaotic all morning.

Unable to reach Adrian, Summer couldn’t shake off her unease, and once she finished making breakfast, she barely ate before heading straight to work.

After working for over an hour at her job, she attempted to call Adrian again.

The phone was still switched off, with no one answering throughout.

The city Adrian departed from was only about an hour’s flight from London; by now, the plane should have landed.

Upon realizing he hadn’t answered any calls after landing, Summer’s mind went into a frenzy.

The persistent chest pain continued to baffle her, and the inability to reach Adrian left her heart tightly clenched.

By noon, Ariella Sawyer came to invite her for lunch.

The two of them were at a restaurant downstairs from their office, and while they were yet to start eating, the television in the dining area suddenly switched to the news channel.

It was an international news broadcast about a plane crash in Northern Ireland, occurring around 10 PM local time; it was a flight from Northern Ireland to London.

The screen showed an image of a plane crash-landed on a shallow beach, its fuselage broken apart midsection.

As the reporter conducted the live coverage, they reported details of the accident.

Summer heard nothing but one sentence: No survivors...