Serena glanced at her reflection once more in the mirror, running her fingers through her hair to smooth it down. She tilted her head slightly, checking every angle to make sure everything was just right. Her outfit was perfect, and the subtle makeup she had applied enhanced her natural features without overdoing it. Once satisfied with her complete look, she gave herself one last nod of approval and stepped out of her room.
It was the next day, and it was Saturday—the day Vincent had asked her to have lunch. She was eager for the outing, not just because of him, but because she longed for a change of scenery. The air in the house had beco heavy, almost suffocating, and she was desperate for so fresh air. Stepping into the hallway, she took a deep breath, already feeling a sense of freedom as she made her way toward the door.
"Darrell," she called out as she arrived at the ground floor, her voice carrying through the quiet house, but she received no response. She paused for a mont, looking around, but it was Adrian who soon appeared from around the corner.
"Do you need sothing, madam?" he asked politely, his expression neutral yet attentive as he stood a few steps away from her.
"Yeah, where’s Darrell? He’s supposed to drive out," Serena said, a hint of impatience in her tone as she glanced around.
"Darrell went out with Boss," Adrian replied, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. Serena frowned at his words. Wasn’t it usually Adrian who went out with Lucian? Why was Darrell the one accompanying him today?
"Why didn’t he tell ? I already discussed this with him," Serena complained, her tone tinged with frustration as she crossed her arms.
"It was an urgent trip, and he didn’t get the chance to tell you," Adrian replied with a shrug, his expression neutral. "I can drive you. Just give a few minutes to finish up what I’m doing in the office. I’m almost done." With that, he gave her a reassuring smile before walking off, leaving Serena to stand there, still mulling over the unexpected turn of events.
Serena let out a forced breath in annoyance, her patience thinning. She would have driven herself, but she didn’t know the city that well and had no idea where Oma’s Palace was located. She had never heard of it, and navigating the unfamiliar streets on her own wasn’t sothing she wanted to risk. The thought of getting lost and the fact that she wasn’t safe on her own only added to her frustration, so she reluctantly decided to wait for Adrian to finish.
She wondered what kind of ergency would make Darrell go with Lucian instead of Adrian. Realizing she was already bothering her head and ruining her mood, she decided not to think further about it. At least there was Adrian. It would have been disastrous if he also wasn’t ho.
Adrian walked out after a few minutes, as he had said.
"I’m done. Shall we?" he asked, gesturing toward the door with his hand as he grabbed the car keys.
Serena climbed into the gunshot seat instead of the owner’s corner, as Adrian had expected, but he said nothing about it and just drove off.
"What is the destination, madam?"
"Oma’s Palace," Serena responded without looking at him, her attention fixed on sothing she was watching on her phone.
"I’m guessing you’re going for a date?" Adrian spoke again after a while.
"It’s just lunch with Vincent, nothing more," Serena responded in the sa manner she had the first ti. She wasn’t used to talking to him as much as she was with Darrell.
"Here," Adrian spoke up again after a short while of silence.
When Serena turned her face toward his direction, her eyes widened when she saw that he was extending a gun to her.
"You know how to use this?"
"Noo..." Serena drawled, her brows furrowing. "Why are you giving a gun?"
"For your protection," Adrian answered, withdrawing the gun when he heard her say she didn’t know how to use it. "The last ti you were attacked, it was when you went to the restroom. I figured you would use it in case you needed to go to the restroom again."
"I’ll not use the restroom this ti around. You don’t have to worry about that," Serena said to him, and he nodded, returning the gun into its case.
"I know it’s not my place, madam, but you should be very careful with Vincent," Adrian started to speak, his gaze fixed on the road. "I know he’s your friend, but he is not as innocent as he looks. Boss doesn’t just hate him for no reason. Just like you, they’ve been friends for a long ti. I’m not saying you should stop being friends with him or anything like that—I just need you to be very wise when dealing with him," he advised.
When they arrived at Oma’s Palace, Serena stepped out of the car, and Adrian did the sa too.
"I’ll be going in with you, but I’ll stay out of your way. I hope you don’t mind," he inford her.
"It’s fine," Serena agreed.
As soon as they walked in, Serena’s eyes moved around in search of Vincent, and soon enough she spotted him seated at a corner by the glass floor-to-ceiling window, which provided a beautiful view.
He had his head low and so didn’t spot her imdiately, but as if he knew she had arrived, the mont she saw him, he also lifted his head and his eyes t hers.
A lovely smile spread across his features, and he stood up when she started toward his direction.
"I’m glad you could make it," he said, pulling out a chair for her to sit.
"Thank you. How have you been?" Serena asked.
"Just the way you left —thinking about you. I’ve never stopped thinking about you," Vincent responded, unreserved adoration glinting in his eyes as he looked at her face.
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