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Adriano took the cart from Salvatore and — swear to God — said, "Thanks, Salvatore." Thanked him! Salvatore froze like someone had hit him with a Taser. I caught it instantly and barely stifled a giggle. Salvatore looked at me like Did you hear that? Did he just—? and shook his head like he was seeing things before retreating out of the room. When I turned back, my chest actually tightened. Adriano — the ruthless, ice-blooded Don — was clumsily trying to open a container of fruit salad. And failing miserably.

Adrian saved me. *****

Nadhea turned to Adam where her Alpha soul was equally displeased with certain people. "I'm sorry we both got stuck here. You're shameless looking for trouble with my woman? Miss Nadhea and I are on a date."Brittany's response directed a sharp look at Nadhea who was indifferent while Zayn still played the character of sad boy rejected by Nadhea. The deceitful man had been detected by Nadhea so it did not work with the pitiful face.

“Damien, stop this! You’re going to hurt him!” Suddenly, Adrian gasped, a strangled sound. His eyes squeezed shut, his body rigid. “The… the water…” he mumbled, clutching his head. “Adrian! Are you okay?” Gayle cried, gripping his arm. “The water… cold… dark…” Adrian shuddered, his head shaking from side to side. “And rocks light… it's sharp?” He opened his eyes, and for a fleeting second, just a flicker, something in them resonated with the past. He looked directly at me. “Who are you really”

Wyatt questioned. "If it were any other day, I'd say we fancy acquiring your pack and territory, raping your women, wiping out everyone. But my alpha found it more amusing if I tell you there's only one thing he wants, and we'll end this," Adrian added, Wyatt's jaw clenching in response. "And what might that one thing be?" Wyatt's breath hung for a moment, prepared for war, yet curious about the reason that would fuel his desire for retribution. “Miss Hazel Colton,” Adrian savored her name. Even with the answer, Wyatt appeared dissatisfied. Confusion etched across his face. What made her so special that Adrian was willing to forgo a war?

Even if she did not like Yadon and hated him because of Natalie, she did not want anything to happen to him. “Let me tell you something. You’re the first person who dared hit Yadon in all his years.” Jasper was amused when he thought about what happened at Western Oriental Mall. He took this opportunity to keep hugging Summer and pressed his chin on Summer’s shoulder. “My wife is great.” “Ex-wife. Thank you.” Summer smirked. Adrian sat in his office at Sea City Hospital and stared at the document in front of him absentmindedly. The document to support Africa was approved. He was a little hesitant.

Aria~ He wasn’t supposed to be back until three. His coat is still on, dark charcoal, the line of it deliberate across his shoulders. His shirt is open at the collar — one button, not careless, Adrian is never careless, the exact degree of undone he decided to permit. His hair is slightly damp at the temples, like the day touched him somewhere outside and he has not yet had time to erase the evidence. The silver frames of his glasses catch the light when he lifts his chin.

"Adrian was just telling me about the terrain here. It’s so much more... rustic than the UK tracks. I might need a personal guide to show me the best lines." Theo let out a muffled snort. Luca simply adjusted his glasses. Adrian didn't even look at her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled foil wrapper. Without a word, he stepped into my space—completely ignoring the 'no PDA' rules of the courtyard—and pressed it into my hand. It was a salted caramel square from the bakery three towns over. My favorite. The kind they only make on Tuesdays. "You skipped breakfast," he said softly, his thumb brushing over my knuckles for a second longer than necessary. It was a quiet, pr

" Adair, a member of our family, was duped by her appearance and nearly married her. Xenia Miller is not the same girl who was meek and weak at first. Wendy Smith is was forced to stand in the same camp as Yvette Hill. "Don't worry, Aaron has been clinging to me lately. He comes to my house every night for supper and takes me to all the major wine parties. He had previously played with Ada Wood, but he didn't mean it. A guy has an insatiable drive to acquire something he cannot obtain. When he truly understands, he will stop bothering you. Your Adaire is not playing sufficiently and, as a result, is not returning to your side obediently. Yvette Hill giggled enthusiastically while covering he

"My apologies for bumping into the most beautiful Varezian lady I've ever met. I'm Diego Salvatore, heir to the Salvatore empire." "Mrs. Dela Cruz. My wife." Adrian's voice stayed flat, almost bored, but there was nothing boring about the grip that followed it. "And yes, she is breathtaking." His eyes found mine and the room around us seemed to disappear for a heartbeat as his gaze lingered, steady and unreadable. There was no softness I could name, yet something in the way he looked at me made my pulse falter. "We should move on," he added politely, already steering me away. "Enjoy the evening."