Their eyes met, and the air was utterly silent.
The man's gaze was icy and sharp, carrying an extremely dangerous aggression, as if he might bite through her throat the very next second.
He knew.
Serena's heart was pounding, almost panicked, the blood in half of her body growing stiff inch by inch.
Her hand hung limply at her side, clenching into a fist, then opening weakly again, silent.
Her silence at this moment was tantamount to admission.
She really was going to marry Jasper.
Adrian's grip on her wrist suddenly tightened, as if he wanted to crush her bones.
Serena couldn't help but frown, struggling with all her might against his hold, trying to pull her hand free—completely in vain.
She dropped her gaze to where their wrists overlapped, avoiding his eyes.
Adrian stepped forward, his repressed anger sharpening and turning cold in his voice.
"I'm asking you a question—deaf now?"
Serena was forced to back away several steps.
