Adrian's eyes were glued to Claire, not moving an inch.
Claire was kneeling on the floor, her expression soft and tender as she spoke to Ryan.
At that moment, Adrian's heart felt as though it had been squeezed with such force that it shuddered.
He had never imagined that a woman's casual display of tenderness could pierce him like a razor-sharp arrow, striking straight into the most vulnerable corner of his heart.
Driven by a surge of emotion he couldn't control, Adrian took a step forward, his long legs carrying him closer to Claire.
Claire seemed to sense his presence. She raised her head slightly, and in an instant, their eyes met.
Her lips curled into a gentle smile as she spoke first, "Good morning, Mr. Lancaster."
Adrian's lips twitched into a faint grin, and his deep, smooth
