Sara couldn't pretend she didn't see it. "The contract still has six months before it expires, but Ms. James is back. Does Mr. Harding plan to end this marriage early?"
Sara's question snapped Adrian back to reality.
He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. "Did I ever say that?"
Sara curled her lips into a faint smile. "Then Mr. Harding shouldn't be so affected. A man should know when to move on."
"Don't presume to guess my thoughts."
He pulled his arm free from her grasp and pushed her away without hesitation.
The smile on Sara's face didn't falter; if anything, it widened. "Is Mr. Harding still angry?"
He glanced at her coldly, then turned and walked out of the club toward the car. Before the door could close, Sara squeezed in after him.
No matter where he went, she planned to stick to him like glue tonight.
"That day was my fault," she began, her voice soft. "Not long after you left, my period came. I didn't pretend to be sick to lie to you—I really wasn't feeling well." She tugged gently on his sleeve. "Mr. Harding, you're a magnanimous man. Don't hold a grudge against me."
Thinking back to her stupidity, Sara was full of regret.