"How could you say you don't need it."
Adrian lowered his eyes, staring straight into hers. "Don't you often mistake who your boyfriend is? I know how to please you far better than him and his eighty-seven hats. I know how to make you feel even better."
His gaze was as sharp as a blade, filled with intense aggression, as if he wanted to pierce through her.
Serena froze all of a sudden, even her struggle against his grip came to a halt.
Adrian's actions at this moment completely upended everything she thought she knew about this man.
In her memory, Adrian had always been remarkably arrogant and confident—no one could make him compromise.
He would never lower his noble head, never bend for anyone.
When did he fall so low that he was willing to become a lover for hire...
A moment of silence.
Serena's gaze flickered, and she forced herself to look composed as she met his eyes and stated:
