By the time he pulled away a few moments later… I was gasping for breath, and my fury about the incident at the café seemed to have flown out the window. But then, I still had to ask him—just to clear my doubts.
"Adrian, did you by any means follow me to Home Cafe?" I asked, meeting his gaze head-on. I hoped to decipher whatever emotion he might want to hide.
If for anything, I wouldn't trust men so easily… not anymore, not after the bitter experience. One Bruce was already enough.
He chuckled softly. "I did, but something happened, and I was called away," he quickly explained.
My brow furrowed at his straightforwardness in admitting he had followed me.
I had several questions racing through my mind.
Why?
How much did he see?
But I refused to ask any more questions about it.
"You drop me off some distance away from home," I said when we joined another traffic heading for the estate.
