“Sophia, do you really think you’re so powerful? Disappearing on me like that? You’re the dog here, with that stubborn temper you’ll never change.”
He was using my own words against me.
The next second, he yanked off my mask. Our eyes locked, the tension between us swelling like a rising tide.
“Adrian, what are you doing? Hurry, or you’ll be late for the board meeting!”
Isabella Bennett’s voice came from behind, shattering the strange tension.
“Are you hiding from me?”
Adrian Walker ignored Isabella, turning to stand by my side, blocking her view.
Was he afraid Isabella would see me?
“Why else? Mr. Walker, you’re a big shot now, standing with the real heiress. Why would you bother with this fake’s ex? Besides, you never really loved me, did you?”
For a moment, Adrian’s expression faltered. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end said nothing. Instead, he pulled out a card from his pocket, slipped it into the basket of my motorbike, and walked back to Isabella.
I watched as Adrian and Isabella walked side by side toward the stretch limousine parked at the curb.
A perfect couple—handsome man, beautiful woman. Their love must be strong.