“Adrian, why are you following me again?”

Deviana’s voice sounded irritated as she turned around in front of the boutique she had just visited that afternoon. She was still holding a small shopping bag, but her sharp gaze was fixed on the man standing a few steps behind her.

Adrian straightened his posture, as if he felt no guilt. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. This city is full of people who can’t be trusted.”

“Make sure?” Deviana raised an eyebrow, her tone bitter. “Or are you actually keeping tabs on me?”

Adrian stepped closer, his eyes serious. “Deviana, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But after...