Elara's expression hardened.
What exactly did she think of him now?
Wasn't he the one who claimed he didn't care what people thought of him? Yet he was still standing here asking her that question.
She snorted inwardly.
Stubborn.
But to answer his question, what she thought of him had always remained the same. That would not change no matter what he did or whatever happened to him.
Adrian would always be Adrian. Cold, arrogant and infuriating. Still the person she disliked and could never fully trust.
The same man who made decisions for other people and never bothered explaining them.
The same man who nearly strangle someone to death and then calmly ask if she planned on sleeping in a forest.
The same man who had quietly taken care of her grandfather's medical expenses while hiding the severity of his illness from her.
The same man who had once almost killed her in a bathroom, yet was somehow building an entire music hall for her.
