Two years in prison had left Adrian much more haggard.
His chin was covered in uneven stubble.
His eyes were clearly different from before as well.
There was something abnormal about them.
He suddenly grabbed my wrist and asked in a low voice, "Who is that man? Sophie, tell me."
I frowned and struggled hard.
"Let go of me! He's just my friend! Adrian, let go!"
Adrian seemed to have completely forgotten that my right shoulder had once been badly injured.
His grip grew tighter and tighter.
He squeezed my wrist so hard it hurt.
I could only use my other hand to hit his arm.
"That hurts!"
When he heard me cry out in pain, Adrian's fingers suddenly froze.
A few seconds later, he slowly loosened his grip.
His voice became gentle again.
"Sophie. Today is your birthday. Happy birthd
