Chapter 11 An Unknown Number

• Adrian’s gaze drops to Liam, and something flickers in his expression—a flash of recognition that vanishes almost as quickly as it appears. His brows knit slightly, as if grappling with a memory just out of reach. But before the moment can deepen, Kristina steps closer to him, effectively breaking his focus.
• “Adrian,” Kristina says, her tone soft and saccharine. Her hand lightly brushes against his sleeve, a possessive gesture masked as affectionate. “I was just saying how we should make the most of today. Shopping, maybe dinner? You’ve been so busy lately, we deserve some time to ourselves.”
• Adrian’s attention reluctantly shifts to her, his sharp features relaxing slightly but not losing their edge. “Shopping?” he repeats, his tone neutral but distracted.