Sari’s POV
Black button-up shirt, rust-colored trouser with that medium kept French cut made him hotter than before. But for me, that’s what he is in every other dress. Adrian’s stormy gray eyes were staring right back at me.
After what seemed like forever and when my heart got back to beating irregularly, I saw him make a move.
He walked towards me and my heart threatened to jump into my mouth. I could feel experiencing the flutters as if my first crush was approaching me.
Adrian stopped right infront of me and titled his head; scrutinizing me.
“I was worried about you. Excuse me to have let my man follow you so that I can find you. The fact that you’re husband is no more and I happen to look like him; bothered me. I knew I had to ensure you’re okay.” He spoke with generosity.
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