While lanie turned away from Spencer in a hurry, he strolled towards the door. But before stepping out, he t Adam's gaze—his expression not one of remorse as it had been in front of lanie, but one of triumph and challenge.
Adam simply raised an eyebrow at him, as if unbothered, but sothing in his posture shifted, his stance becoming more rigid as he walked in.
Without another word, Spencer walked past him, and the mont the man was out, Adam stepped in and closed the door. This ti, the sound of the lock was sohow louder... and lanie turned back to see Adam as he stood motionless, his dark gaz trained on her.
She swallowed hard, forcing herself to break the silence. "What are you doing here? And how did you even open the door when it was locked?"
His already dark expression seed to go darker as his lips curled up in the semblence of a smile though that was definitely not it. It was sothing far more dangerous... "You're questioning ? You are asking that?"
Before she could take a step back, he moved. In an instant, lanie found herself pressed against the cool surface of the wall, Adam's hands braced on either side of her, caging her in, his face near hers. The heat of his body radiated toward her, his scent filling the space between them, intoxicating and suffocating all at once.
Her breath caught, eyes going wide as she stared up at him at the anger that seed to be surrounding him as he leaned in close and almost growled, "You're standing here, dressed in a wedding dress, set to marry in an hour—"his gaze darkened, flicking to her lips before locking onto her eyes again—and instead of explaining why you were in your ex's arms, you're demanding answers from ?"
He banged his hand against the wall and she jumped as he continued," This might be a marriage of convenience lanie but if you think I will overlook sothing like this, then you are dangerously mistaken. Last ti, when you were hurt, you were scared to let carrry you to the bench, scared that your husband might see it misunderstand. But now, you're not worried at all."
Her silence seed to anger Adam even more, as he caught her chin and turned her head towards him, forcing her to et his gaze," Do you want to marry him? Are you ready to forgive him? Would you like step aside?"
lanie took a slow, shaky breath, as her heart pounded against her ribs. Adam's grip on her chin wasn't painful, but it was demanding. His dark eyes burned into hers daring her to give an answer that he did not want.
She forced herself to steady her voice. There was no need to let him see how much he was affecting her. At this mont, though he was angry and aggressive, she didn't feel unsafe. She could see the control in his eyes and sohow that was attrctive to her. But, he did not need to know that. She took a slow breath and explained, "I have no intention of backing out. Spencer was only here to apologize. That's all. And he had locked the door but I should have known you are able to enter locked doors..." He'd entered her room on the night of the party as well. How had she forgotten that?
Adam didn't move, didn't blink, just stared at her as if trying to determine if she was lying.
She swallowed and pressed on. "I wasn't expecting the hug, Adam. And I didn't hug him back. If you had co a few minutes later, you would have found telling Spencer exactly where to shove that apology of his."
The silence stretched between them, thick and charged.
That was the truth. lanie had indeed been shocked by the heartfelt apology and sohow, looking at the man, had made her feel an ache. After all, she had waited three years for him. But when he'd held her, she had felt nothing but loathing. Should she forgive him just because he had given her an apology and a few excuses? Of course not.
Even now, she was sure that he had so other plan for approaching her. She just needed to find out what. That was why she had let the hug continue. Hoping to get so information. She was sure he believed that he'd fooled her and that she would rethink her decision to marry Adam.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Adam released her chin and stepped back. His jaw was still tight, his gaze unreadable as he studied her one last ti. Without another word, he turned and strode toward the door.
Just as he reached it, he stopped, one hand on the handle. He didn't look back as he said, "I'll be waiting downstairs."
And then he was gone.
She didn't know why, but a nagging feeling told her that Adam had been completely serious. If she had told him she wanted to end things, he would have walked away without hesitation. It was what confused her. Did he want the estate or not? Was he doing this for the money or was his motive sothing else?
Shaking her head, she moved towards the bed, and slipped on her shoes, before taking a look around. After today, she would finally move out of this house. And the next part of her life would begin, where she could focus on get rid of the parasites that had been placed in LuxeArt and bring it back to its forr glory.
And as she walked out of the room with her head straight, she promised herself one thing. The next part of her life was going to be on her terms and no one else's. Since she and Adam had already made arrangents to live separately, all she needed to do was live a single person's life for the next three years...
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