Chapter 27
I should be happy. This was exactly what I wanted.
Adrian no longer treated me like an overworked, underpaid machine. He didn’t bark orders at me, didn’t make unreasonable demands, didn’t push me past my limits just to see how much I could take before snapping.
He was nice. And I hated it. Because now, I felt weird.
I couldn’t understand it at first, the uncomfortable, restless feeling that crept in every time he dropped me off at my apartment without so much as a second glance. Or when his driver picked me up in the morning, always on time, as if Adrian had personally instructed him never to let me wait.
Or when I sat down for lunch at exactly noon every day, not because I stole a moment for myself but because he made sure I did.
Or, worst of all, when he gave me days off
