Eileen’s POV

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.

I stirred slowly.

The bed beneath me was soft, unfamiliar.

For a moment I couldn’t remember where I was.

Then the memories from last night rushed back in fragments—Charm Bar.Soren.Adrian.The bathroom.

My cheeks warmed faintly.

I blinked and sat up.

The bedroom was quiet.But someone was standing near the window.

Adrian.

He stood with his back to me, tall and composed, the early sunlight outlining his figure sharply.He had already changed into a fitted black tracksuit.

Even from behind, he looked cold and distant.

Beside the bed, neatly folded on a chair, was a fresh set...