Chapter 72

Adrienne sat at the restaurant, savoring each mouthful of the delectable pasta dish she had ordered. She hadn't planned on dining alone, but an unexpected change in plans with Ryan led her to venture out to the hotel restaurant solo.

"Food truly has its way of healing the soul," she remarked with a contented smile, raising her forkful of pasta to her lips.

A voice, dripping with disdain, unexpectedly broke her reverie.

"Well, that has to be the most absurd line I've ever heard."

Startled, she glanced up to find a familiar figure occupying the seat across from her. Tapping into her memory banks, she gradually recognized those tall, broad shoulders, brown hair, and captivating brown eyes – it was none other than the arrogant jerk she had encountered at the restaurant two evenings ago.

"Remember me?" he asked, his voice filled with disdain.

Adrienne stared at him for a moment, trying to place the face.

"You don't look like someone worth remembering. Who are you?"