My heart raced as Adrian stood in the doorway, his intense gaze fixed on me. How long had he been standing there? How much had he heard? I quickly ended the call with Chloe, my fingers trembling as I set the phone down.
"How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Adrian stepped into my room, closing the door behind him. "Your landlady let me in. I told her I was concerned about you."
I tried to wipe away the remnants of tears on my cheeks, suddenly feeling embarrassed by my puffy eyes and tear-stained face. "I see you had dinner with Hannah Norton tonight."
His expression darkened. "So that's why you left early claiming to be sick. Camille sent you that picture."
It wasn't a question. I wrapped my arms around myself, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Were you going to tell me about her?"
"There's nothing to tell," Adrian said, his voice tight with frustration. "It was a business dinner that Hannah tried to turn into something else."