*Adrian*

It was a twenty-minute drive from my mansion to Amelia's mansion, and on getting there, I honked twice and waited for her to come and open the entrance gate for me.

After some minutes, she made her way out, and unlike in the morning when everything about her screamed authority – her clothing, her way of walking and talking and every other thing – she was now looking casual like the Amelia I was married to three years ago. The only thing that didn't change was how she usually looks at me like a puzzle that she's trying to figure out but has never succeeded in figuring out.

As...