“Deviana, come on. I’m already outside.”

Adrian’s voice came from her phone.

Deviana exhaled softly, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Those eyes looked tired, yet she still composed herself with simple elegance. Not because she wanted to look beautiful in front of Adrian, but because she refused to appear fragile. With steady steps, she picked up her bag and went down to the apartment lobby.

Adrian’s black car was waiting. As always, he stepped out, opened the door, and stood by until she got in.

“You look stunning this evening,” Adrian said, his smile warm.

Deviana only gave a slight nod. “Thank you.”

Throughout the ride, Adrian talked...