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hapter 18 A Topic He Avoids
s Adrian showered, Farrah lay in bed and told Riley she would tell her everything in detail some other ay. She told Riley to stop texting her since it was late and to get some sleep.
ley replied with an OK emoji, and Farrah’s phone finally went silent. Before putting her phone away, she ceived a push notification about Adrian’s appointment as Prestige Group’s CEO. She sat up in bed and :rolled through the collection of articles with interest.
restige Group’s 23–year–old CEO. Rumor has it he’s secretly controlled the company for years!”
drian Locke is Prestige Group’s new CEO. It’s one of Ronson City’s most anticipated events of the year!”
drian Locke, the pride of the Locke family, is soon to become the dark horse of the financial sector!”
he headlines, captions, and photos that captured Adrian’s regality drew Farrah in. The appointment
remony was simple, but the video of it had been shared countless times. There were new comments rery second, and some women clamored to marry him.
irrah thought about how someone as outstanding as him would have no shortage of women in his life. hen, her thoughts went to Germaine, who’d been with him all day. They
were probably involved in some ay, right?
Jon, Adrian came out of the bathroom in his bathrobe. Farrah looked up at him from the bed, and their izes met. He paused while drying his hair–the sight of her hair falling around her shoulders and looking
him calmly beneath the warm lights was a peaceful, soothing one….
made an image of Sierra flash in his mind.
irrah saw Adrian’s abs and hurriedly averted her gaze, her face a little flushed. “Don’t sleep naked. Hurry > and put some clothes on.”
fter that, she pulled the sheets higher and slipped underneath them like a slippery eel. Adrian smiled intly and cast the towel aside. He dried his hair, put on pajamas, and got into bed. The king–sized bed as large enough that they didn’t touch each other.
e wouldn’t do anything to her that night–he wasn’t in the mood. Besides, he’d been absent–minded nce returning from the restaurant.
figure he’d seen four years ago kept forming in his mind. Farrah and Sierra didn’t look too similar, but ere were certain moments when they would resemble each other.
was precisely those moments that softened Adrian’s hardened heart. Everyone said that one’s first love as unforgettable, and it seemed even someone like him was susceptible to that. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
laven’t you ever trier‘ to remove that scar on your arm, Adrian?” Farrah suddenly asked, pulling him out
his reverie. He turn. J to see her lying on her side and staring at his scar.
s gaze turned a little cold, but he had no intention of pulling his sleeve down. She’d already seen the ar and had touched it during sex. He’d felt her retract her fingers upon touching it.
re you willing to trust me?” she asked softly. “I might be able to remove it for you.
drian didn’t answer. It seemed this was a subject he wanted to avoid.
irrah couldn’t understand it. Judging from the look and feel of the scar, he hadn’t tried to treat it at all, it even bothering to run it under cold water at the time of the burn. She couldn’t imagine how much pain I would’ve been in at the time.
also looked like it’d been around for a long time. Had he been a child when he’d gotten it? For whatever
reason, Farrah felt that, as his wife, she was willing to try to remove the near for him if she could.
After all, she was living in his apartment and using his money. She had to do something for him in return, right?
The following morning, after waking up, Adrian left the apartment alone. He didn’t say anything about taking Farrah with him.
She could understand this. Clearly, he didn’t want anyone to know he was already married, especially since his wife’s family background didn’t match his.
It so happened that this was also what Farrah wanted to make a name for herself in the design industry based on her efforts, not on who she was married to.
This was her first official day of work; she took the bus to Prestige Group. When she entered the lobby, she saw Germaine, who was heading to the elevators.
The latter wore a dark purple suit today with a matching figure–hugging skirt. She’d paired it with a pale blue shirt, and her makeup was done flawlessly.
“Good morning, Ms. Keller.”
“Morning, Ms. Keller.”
Everyone who saw her greeted her respectfully and with a smile. She walked quickly and looked serious) but would still nod politely in response. She was young but still carried herself with confidence. Farrah slowed down and waited for her to enter the elevator first. She wanted to avoid running into her.