Mag-log inHearing that, Adriana's brows drew tightly together. She remembered that the last time she had come to the casino, Chris had been here as well.Uncle Estev asked, "Cesco, do you know him?""There is indeed a Slater family in Heatherton City. Miss Adler might be more familiar."As he spoke, Francesco glanced at Adriana."I'll go take a look."Following behind the burly guard, Adriana felt a growing unease.She couldn't imagine what connection Chris could possibly have with a casino. In her mind, it was hardly a respectable place. Silently, she prayed it wasn't him."Uncle, leave this to me," Francesco said, then followed them out.…"Sir, please leave."Ahead, two large men stood in front of a woman, seemingly shielding her.Adriana recognized the woman—it was the casino waitress.She hurried forward—and sure enough, it was Chris.Chris hadn't expected to see her here. He froze in shock."Adriana? What are you doing here?""That's what I should be asking you. What are you
Adriana quietly took a seat at the very back, remaining silent the entire time.Fortunately, the journey wasn't long, and they arrived soon enough.She had been tempted to ask why the banquet was being held inside a casino.The thought had barely crossed her mind when Uncle Estev provided the answer himself."Don't let the setting fool you. In all of Benice City, you won't find a better chef than the one I have here."Adriana hadn't tried other restaurants in the city, but the food here was undeniably excellent.Bianca, however, seemed afraid of Uncle Estev. After offering a brief greeting upon arrival, she shrank behind Francesco and stayed there, silent, not even daring to glance in Uncle Estev's direction.Then again, Uncle Estev was tall and broad, with a thick beard and a naturally intimidating presence. It wasn't surprising she was afraid."Adriana, how has your husband been lately?""—Cough, cough!"Caught off guard by the sudden question, Adriana nearly choked on her
As evening approached, Adriana changed into a more formal outfit. The off-white blazer dress accentuated her tall, slender figure, lending her an air of crisp professionalism.Francesco picked her up at the hotel, and they headed to the restaurant together.Once settled in the back seat, Adriana briefly outlined her thoughts on the dinner meeting.Francesco listened quietly. Only after she finished did he speak. "You moved out of the villa and transferred the money to me. Is that your way of keeping your distance from me because of Chris?"Adriana froze, nearly choking on the question. She had been discussing work seriously, and yet his thoughts had drifted straight to her marriage.She let out a laugh—one edged with irritation—and turned to look at him, disbelief and faint mockery in her eyes."Francesco, I had my reasons for doing that. Do all my actions have to be tied to Chris? I'm not someone who can't live without love. I was able to leave you—if the day ever comes, I can l
Francesco hadn't brought Bianca back to Gorlenza because he wanted her to spend more time with her biological father in Mitaly.Bianca puffed out her cheeks and shook her head. "I'm not happy at all. I have to meet so many people every day—there's no time to play."She had heard people say her father was going to die soon, so she stayed by his side. But she didn't really understand what "death" meant. From what others said, it sounded a lot like falling asleep.Like Sleeping Beauty—sleeping forever.Francesco smiled. "I'll try to make time to stay with you."Bianca clapped her hands in delight. "Yay!"The day after breaking up with Adriana, Francesco had returned to Mitaly. At the time, the Este family was arranging Bianca's marriage.It was a political union, and the man was a notorious playboy.Francesco had stirred up some trouble for him, forcing the arrangement to fall through.From then on, Bianca lived with him.At the upscale shopping mall, Bianca headed straight for
"No." Adriana denied it.Half her face was still burning with pain, but she didn't want Francesco and Bianca to fall into conflict again. She had only just managed to break free from Chris and return to a normal life—why drag herself back into unnecessary trouble?Mars didn't press further. As an outsider, he knew very little about what had happened between his boss and Adriana. All he understood was that his boss couldn't let go—neither of his feelings for her, nor of his resentment.When they arrived at the hotel, Adriana thanked him."If Francesco asks, just tell him I wanted to try staying somewhere else."Mars nodded. "Miss Adler, call me if you need anything.""I will."Her room was on the top floor. From the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could take in a sweeping view of the entire city.Sitting by the window, she applied ointment to reduce the swelling on her face.The city lights glittered brilliantly, chasing away the gloom in her heart. The world was vast, boundless—
"No. I want you out. Now."As she spoke, Bianca grabbed Adriana's suitcase and hurled it out the door.Adriana knew she had no ground to stand on, even if it had been Francesco who asked her to move in. From Bianca's perspective, she was nothing more than an uninvited guest."Fine. I'll leave right now."She hadn't even unpacked. All she needed to do was slip her laptop into her backpack.Bianca blocked the doorway, her voice sharp with warning. "And don't you dare run to Cesco to complain!""I won't."Adriana had no desire to drag this out any further—it would only make things uglier for everyone. Her presence in the villa was awkward to begin with, ill-timed and out of place.The main light in the living room had already been switched off. No one was in sight. The villa was so silent that the only sound was the steady tick of the antique clock's pendulum.Dragging her suitcase behind her, Adriana stepped outside. The clear moonlight illuminated the night, draping the world i
"What do you think?"Joan let out a haughty snort, stepping back half a pace—right onto his polished leather shoes."When we were abroad, we could still meet often. But now that we're back, it's nearly impossible to see each other."Dean's usual calm, composed demeanor shifted; a playful, almost
"Where did you go today?"Chris's gaze was soft, his tone carrying a casual intimacy. He wheeled himself up to Adriana, gesturing for her to push him to the dining table."I went to Bella's place to help out—her shop opened today." Adriana's voice was calm as she guided the wheelchair. It wasn't a
In the blink of an eye, the day of Grandma Rosie's memorial arrived. Adriana got to the cemetery early, confirming the arrangements with the staff.Dew clung to the grass beside the graves, soaking her pant legs as she walked. She settled on a bench to dry off, lifting her gaze to a sea of headston
Of course it wasn't fine. Even a man who kept a mistress wouldn't bring her to an occasion this respectable.Chris was a well-known figure in their circle, and Joan came from a good family herself. Back then, the prospect of a marriage alliance between the Slater and Hill families had been common k







