Chapter 40
Lara’s POV
Adrian Romano smiling should honestly be illegal. Because ever since I caught that small smile on his face earlier, my brain had refused to function normally.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Nothing.”
Liar. A very attractive liar.
I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously while he helped me toward the living room despite my weak protests that I could walk by myself.
“You know,” I muttered, “normal people answer questions.”
“You ask too many.”
“That sounds like avoidance.”
“That’s because it is.”
I stared at him. At least he was self-aware.
The living room looked even more intimidating during the daytime. Massive windows overlooked the city beautifully, sunlight reflecting across sleek marble floors and expensive furniture that probably cost more than my yearly
