(Author's POV)
"Dion, where have you been? Ohh ... my moon goddess, you are soaked to the core," Sara inquired, as soon as she saw her son in a drenched state.
He was dripping wet, from head to toe. His copper hair were saturated with rainwater which was dripping down and falling to the floor, making its own puddle. His clothes, nevertheless, were the same, sticking to his skin and bones, showing off his biceps, his packs, his well-toned body.
With practiced ease he slid the shiny gift box in his pocket with one hand and tousled his hair with another, replying, "Mother, I just had to pick something urgent before the flight."
"Gosh …... don't make a mess and go change your clothes. Hurry up," Sara shoed him away.
Once he was inside the elevator, Sara ordered Yona, who for some reason, was on cleaning duty today, "Yona, bring a cup of warm ginger tea to Dion's room and make sure he drinks it."
