Chapter Two First Meeting
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The waiter placed the glass of liquor on the table and politely stepped away.
Adrian stared at the amber liquid, his gaze distant and unfocused. He raised the glass and downed it in one swift motion. It was smooth, sweet, with a fierce aftertaste. but for a man like Adrian, it was nothing. In his line of work, drinking was routine, and a good tolerance was a must.
After several more glasses, he wasn’t sure whether it was the silence of the room or the effect of the alcohol, but a rare sense of dizziness crept over him.
Then, the delicate sound of piano music spilled into the air.
The melody was soft and beautiful, a tune that stirred something deep within the heart.
Everyone in the room seemed to fall under its spell, their thoughts carried away by the gentle flow of notes. Adrian opened his slightly hazy eyes, dark as the midnight sky, and turned his gaze to the woman sitting beneath the spotlight.
At the piano sat a slender, ethereal figure, her delicate fingers dancing gracefully across the keys like a ballerina on a stage. Under the glow of the light, her porcelain skin seemed even more flawless, her hair cascading like silk.
She was otherworldly, untouched by the filth of this world — a sight so rare and clean it was almost surreal.
Even Adrian, who had seen more beautiful women than most men could imagine, felt a flicker of something he couldn’t quite name.
His eyes gleamed with a deep, unreadable emotion.
Suddenly, a commotion broke the tranquility.
He frowned and turned toward the source of the noise, his gaze sharp.
Three waiters were blocking a man near the entrance.
“What’s wrong with you people? Why won’t you let me in?”
“I don’t have a membership card, but my girlfriend is inside!”
Fragments of the heated argument drifted through the room.
The woman at the piano abruptly stopped playing. She quickly stood and hurried over to the man, grabbing his hand and leading him outside.
Adrian’s brow furrowed. He didn’t know why, but watching that scene made him inexplicably uncomfortable.
At that moment, a heavily made-up woman approached him.
“Handsome, mind buying me a drink?” she purred, sliding into the seat beside him and leaning against his shoulder.
A cold glint flashed through Adrian’s eyes before it was replaced with a teasing smile.
“Sure, gorgeous. What would you like?”
The woman, emboldened by his response, pressed even closer. Her dress was cut low, ample cleavage exposed, and she deliberately rubbed against his chest.
Adrian casually slid an arm around her slender waist.
“How about I feed you a drink?” she giggled, picking up a glass from the table, taking a sip, and leaning in to kiss him, passing the liquor between their lips.
He wrapped his arm tighter around her as they left the pub together. He needed a hotel. Adrian never took these women home, none of them were worthy of setting foot in his private world.
At the pub entrance,
“Lucas, I really can’t go on like this. Stop pestering me. Let’s break up, okay? Please, just let me go,” the woman pleaded.
“No! I’ve treated you so well, how could you not love me? Don’t leave me, Elena,” the man begged.
Elena Grace sighed helplessly as she looked at him. She had never loved Lucas; she only agreed to date him because he’d worn her down.
And now, with everything going on in her life, she had no energy for love. What she needed was money, otherwise, her little brother…
“I’ve told you already... I don’t have feelings for you anymore. I don’t love you, don’t you understand?”
Just then, a taxi pulled up. Elena forced a smile.
“Lucas, I really have to go. If you keep chasing after me, I swear… I’ll never want to see you again.”
Without waiting for a response, she bolted toward the street, flagging down the cab. In her haste, she bumped into someone — hard.
It hurt.
But there was no time for apologies. She had to leave now.
Something wasn’t right with her body — a strange, heavy sensation weighing her down.
Adrian, still with the woman clinging to him, stood at the door waiting for the valet to bring his car around. He had seen the whole thing.
He hadn’t planned to intervene, it wasn’t in his nature to meddle. But for some reason, he’d been curious about what kind of woman could make a man so desperately cling to her.
Yet, the woman on his arm didn’t give him the chance. She kept kissing him, leaving him little time to care about anything else.
As Elena ran toward the street, she crashed into Adrian, didn’t look back, didn’t apologize, and immediately jumped into the taxi.
It was obvious she was running from that man.
Adrian finally caught a good look at her face.
It was the pianist.
The woman who, just moments ago, had seemed so pure, so different, and now she was fleeing like a guilty woman.
Whatever flicker of goodwill he’d felt disappeared instantly.
Another vain, gold-digging woman.
A mocking smile tugged at his lips.
Of course. They were all the same.
That face — it reminded him of her.
His gaze turned cold as ice.
Women. Nothing but shallow, selfish creatures.
Disgusted, he pushed the clinging woman off and slid into his car. Without hesitation, he started the engine and followed the taxi.
The woman at his side shrieked in outrage, but he didn’t spare her a glance.
Adrian wasn’t even sure why he was chasing that woman.
He just had a feeling, if he didn’t, he’d regret it.
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