Breakfast passed, and Adrian's grandmother bid us goodbye as she left for her estate.
Adrian and I stepped out of the restaurant to find his chauffeur already waiting there.
I figured he might've texted or called him while we were eating. He opened the door for me, and I entered before he followed suit.
An awkward silence settled between us as I looked at the passing scenery, trying so hard to pretend I couldn't feel Adrian's eyes on me.
"I'm sorry about this morning," he said, taking my hand, but I didn't look at him.
He shouldn't have apologized because I'm actually everything he accused me of.
"It's nothing," I said, my guilt already catching up with me.
Adrian sighed, scooting closer. "Are you angry?" he asked, and I finally turned to look at him, his scent already invading my s
