ADRIAN Cole stood in the quiet of the office, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, waiting. The walls of the late Mr. Harlow’s company carried a weight of history, a reminder of the legacy Amelia’s father had left behind. It was already two days since he last visited, there had been no reply from his mother-in-law, hence he had visited again.
The door clicked open and Mrs. Harlow entered, dressed in a dark navy suit that carried both elegance and authority. She paused at the sight of him, her eyes narrowing with quiet restraint.
“Adrian,” she said slowly, her voice clipped. “You have been bold to show your face here again.”
He inclined his head.
“I had to, Mother. I have not come here to stir trouble. I have only come to see how much things have gone.”
Mrs. Harlow crossed the room
