Chapter 91

The world seemed to tilt when Amelia’s eyes locked with his.

“Adrian…” The name slipped past her lips before she could swallow it down. It gushed out.

His presence overwhelmed her senses, it always did. Tall, broad-shouldered, every inch of him wrapped in authority. He wore a tuxedo tailored to perfection, his cologne subtle yet commanding, the kind that lingered long after he was gone. And now, he stood there, blocking her way out of the corridor, the faintest flicker of surprise in his eyes quickly masked by something deeper.

“Amelia,” he said quietly, as if tasting her name after months of thirst. His voice was smooth, carrying a weight that made her knees falter.

Her clutch trembled slightly in her grip. Why was he always bumping into her?

“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice steadier than she felt.

Adrian’s lips curved into a half-smile, though his eyes betrayed him, they were stormy and searching.

“You knew I would be here.