ADRIAN'S hand, still resting on the doorknob, stiffened. His eyes narrowed, scanning the stranger who now sat confidently behind the desk that should have belonged to Amelia.
The man leaned back slightly, composed, almost annoyingly unbothered.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice calm and measured.
Adrian stepped inside, his tall frame radiating dominance, his tone sharp.
“Who are you?”
The man closed the tablet in front of him with deliberate slowness before responding.
“Ryan. Ryan Ellis. And who are you?”
The casual way he had asked sent a spark of irritation through Adrian’s chest.
“I asked a question,” Adrian said firmly, ignoring the chair Ryan gestured toward. “Why are you in my wife’s office? Where is Amelia?”
Oh! Adrian? Ryan’s lips curved faintly, not quite a smile.
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