Adriana looked at Ryan with eyes that could no longer hide her unease, suspicion, and a hint of anxiety. They had just finished breakfast, but the peaceful feeling vanished the moment Ryan pushed his chair back and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Adriana asked softly—almost a whisper—but her voice was heavy with meaning.
Ryan paused, his hand resting on the back of the chair. He turned to Adriana, who was still sitting upright, her gaze fixed on him, probing. For a moment, he said nothing, then finally answered.
"I'm going to see Kesha," he said calmly.
Adriana immediately stood, her breath catching. "Why?" she asked, tension in her tone.
Ryan walked around the table to stand in front of her, then reached for both of her hands. His touch was warm and gentle, yet strong—like a promise
