Chapter 3

Even in the car, my thoughts were a complete mess.

Adrian sat in the driver's seat, eyes fixed on the road, his profile calm and sharp against the morning light.

If I ignored everything he'd done these past two days, he was still the same cold, untouchable man everyone saw—precise, composed, and distant.

But something wasn't adding up.

He was the one who'd insisted our marriage be "non-interfering", so why was he acting like this?

Why did he notice that I eat breakfast every morning?

Why did he wait for me to eat dinner?

Why did he move in with…