"Adrian, thank you for helping me last time. I caused you trouble."
Eva moved closer, taking the initiative, staring at him as if the rest of the room had dissolved into mist.
Adrian's response was ice. "If you knew it was trouble, Ms. James, you shouldn't have contacted me."
That same rigid barrier. Keeping strangers at arm's length.
*So it still hasn't been settled.*
*She rushed over to show off to me—probably because she feels insecure.*
"If it were really a bother, Adrian wouldn't have gone," Sean interjected, smoothing things over with a practiced smile. "Eva, no need to be so formal. We all grew up together. Helping each other is just what we do."
Eva's gaze lingered on Adrian's indifferent face. She forced a smile.
Adrian seemed completely blind to her disappointment. He led Sara past her and sat down without a backward glance.
But Sara knew better.
If he truly didn't care, he would have left the moment he saw her.
A woman's intuition screamed at her: Adrian still couldn't let go.
There was nothing she could do. She could only brace herself, sit beside him, and play the part.
As the night wore on, she heard someone ask Eva, "Now that you're back, are you leaving again?"