It was always dripping with insincerity.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere, or the way her red lips parted slightly, inviting a taste. Adrian didn't think. He acted.
A man and a woman alone—it took only a spark to ignite dry tinder. Passion swept through the room instantly.
In bed, their chemistry was undeniable. A single glance from Adrian, and Sara knew exactly what he wanted.
But right at the critical moment, his phone buzzed.
"Adrian, can you help me…"
Eva James.
For convenience, he'd answered on speaker, not expecting the unfamiliar number to belong to his ex-girlfriend.
The lust in the room evaporated.
Adrian glanced at Sara, grabbed his phone, and walked out to the balcony.
She couldn't hear the conversation, but through the glass, his brow furrowed deeper with every passing second.
It looked urgent.
*The hero saving the damsel in distress*—a classic cliché. But if he left tonight, it would prove his earlier coldness toward Eva was nothing more than an act.
When he returned, he was already buttoning his shirt.
"Are you going out?" Sara asked, though she already knew the answer.
Adrian loosened his tie slightly. "Hoping I'll leave?"