Traffic was light late at night. They stood on opposite sides of the road, both speaking quietly, yet each word carried across to the other clearly.
A sharp smirk tugged at Ethan's lips. Though he wore a smile, his deep dark eyes were frigid. "What kind of hobby do you have, Mr. Collins, seeking out another man's wife in the dead of night?"
It had been so long since they had spoken, barely acquainted, yet that simple address "Mr. Collins" instantly turned distant familiarity into open hostility.
"Ethan, give her some room and respect her privacy."
Adrian had not expected that after two years apart, the Claire who once smiled brightly had turned into a different person.
She spoke little, wore far fewer smiles on her face, her brows perpetually furrowed, shrouded in quiet sorrow.
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