"Of course. You're my husband. If I don't care about you, who will?"
Sara tentatively stepped forward and looped her arm through his. He didn't hug her back, but he didn't shake her off either. A silent breath of relief escaped her.
However, the sight of their interlaced arms seemed to sting Eva's eyes.
She looked deeply hurt, forcing a strained smile. "Since Assistant... since Mrs. Harding is here, I'll let you two talk. I won't disturb you."
She didn't leave immediately. She lingered for a split second, as if faintly hoping Adrian would stop her.
Unfortunately for her, Adrian acted as if she had ceased to exist. He didn't even spare her a glance.
As if he had truly let go of the past.
Eva could only maintain her forced smile. "No matter what, I'm happy I got to see you today. I don't mean anything by it. I just hope... we can still be friends."
A masterclass in playing hard to get. And sure enough, it hooked Adrian's attention.
Sara could keep the man, but she couldn't keep his heart.
After Eva left the club, Adrian stared in the direction she had vanished, lost in thought for a long time.