The next few days were strangely peaceful.
No threats.
No mysterious messages.
No strangers.
Amelia began learning Adrian's routine.
He worked early.
He drank black coffee.
He hated loud music.
And despite his cold personality, he always remembered small things about her.
One morning, she found her favorite breakfast waiting.
“I didn't tell you I liked this.”
“You don't have to.”
She looked at him suspiciously.
“You really do know everything about me.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
He smiled.
“Maybe I'm observant.”
She didn't believe him.
That evening, they attended another charity event.
This time, Amelia felt less uncomfortable beside him.
When someone complimented her, Adrian's hand rested protectively against her...