Chapter 200

He wouldn't believe anything she said anyway.

Silence was better.

She turned her face toward the window, refusing to look at him.

Her silent acquiescence enraged Adrian Sinclair.

His gaze was icy.

"Hit a nerve?" he sneered, voice cold. "You really are a fickle woman."

Anna Ross felt a sharp pang in her chest.

She closed her eyes, suppressing the turmoil within.

"Do whatever you want," she replied flatly. "My conscience is clear."

Adrian's brow twitched slightly.

He said nothing more.

"Take me home," she said, clutching her clothes. "I have work tomorrow."

She added, "If I'm late, someone will definitely make a scene."

The man ignored her.

The car didn't slow down.

Panic rose in Anna's chest.

"Stop the car!" she insisted. "I'll get back myself."

"Stay with me tonight," he commanded.

Her fingers tightened.

The refusal stuck in her throat.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

"Sophia is still at home," she said urgently. "You can't just take me away in front of her, can you?"

The embarrassment from last time was still fresh.

She didn't want a repeat.

Adrian let out a low chuckle.

Neon lights flickered across his sharp profile.

"Who said anything about taking you home?" he asked, lips curving.

His eyes were dark and unreadable.

Anna froze.

The city lights reflected in his mesmerizing gaze.

She quickly looked away.

Since she couldn't escape, compliance was her only option.

At least it would keep her mother safe.

The hotel lobby was dazzlingly opulent.

It hurt her eyes.

The front desk clerk took the black card with deep respect.

Their expression changed instantly.

When handing over the key card, their eyes held pure envy for Anna.

She lowered her gaze.

A man like him commanded attention everywhere.

The elevator mirrors reflected his tall, elegant figure.

His eyes remained locked on her.

The air felt thin.

She clenched her fingers.

It was worth it for her mother.

Having chosen to yield, there was no turning back.