Chapter-21

Rhys watched as Amara walked beside Adrian towards the waiting car. The heavy suitcases were in Adrian’s hands as he stuffed them into the backseat. The air was heavy with unspoken tension, and Rhys, standing by the front door of the mansion couldn't shake resentment oozing through Amara.

Her gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding eye contact with Rhys. Adrian tried to offer a comforting smile, but it barely reached her troubled eyes. She hated knowing Rhys did not care for her and it hurt her more realising she was reading into things too much.

The engine of the car hummed softly.

Rhys felt a knot tighten in his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She looked so sad and writhed like a flower. Her fists were tightly clenched.

“I’ll send someone with her remaining stuff,” Rhys murmured taking Amara’s attention. The woman looked so taken aback by his words. His voice so cold and distant Amara wondered if he was the same man who consoled her that night.

Feeling embarras