Serena turned her head instinctively at the sound and saw Adrian, who was supposed to be hidden away in the bedroom.
The black suit he wore was brought over by Evan Hughes earlier that morning; he wore it with casual aloofness, blended with an innate commanding aura—undeniably the high and mighty young heir.
The man walked over with measured, unhurried steps, holding his phone to his ear with one hand, as if in the middle of a call.
The room instantly went dead silent, leaving only Cookie's mewling cries echoing softly.
Passing by the sofa, Adrian gave Serena a sidelong glance, met her confused gaze, and reached out to pat her head, his voice carrying a barely-there hint of a smile:
"Business trip. I'm off."
"…Goodbye." Serena kept her tone even, but inside she was in turmoil.
Weren't they supposed to leave later?
Of all times, why did he choose now to go?
This man could be really conniving sometimes.
He was definitely doing it on purpose.
