Adrian’s POV
After Amara left, my sister looked at me strangely.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, like she was trying to figure me out or judge me.
“What?” I asked, raising a brow.
“You’re scaring her away. You look too serious,” she complained, folding her arms.
I frowned slightly. “What do you want me to do? I can’t control how I look when I’m working.”
That was the truth.
Work was work.
There was no space for softness or unnecessary emotions.
Isabella sighed dramatically. “You should at least be a bit nicer. She’s probably still sad about her boyfriend and best friend’s behavior earlier today”
She froze, her hand flying to her mouth.
My expression changed instantly.
“What did you say?” I asked slowly.
My voice dropped.
Cold. Sharp.
“Nothing… forget about it,” she replied quick
