The ride back home was tense and quiet. Neither Rhea nor Adrian muttered a word to each other. The air inside the car was heavy and thick with something unspoken yet volatile.
As soon as they got to the house, Adrian shut the front door behind them; his patience snapped like a live wire.
“What the f**k was that back there?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence.
Rhea turned to him, eyes narrowed. “What was what?” she shot back, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she walked to the staircase.
Adrian was on her in an instant, his fingers curling around her wrist again, yanking her back. “Don’t f*****g play dumb with me, Rhea, and don’t you f*****g walk away when I’m talking to you,” he growled. “Who the hell was he?”
Rhea wrenched her arm free, glaring up at him. “
