Chapter 172: Vicious (2)
"What do you know about her other than she was Lady Collins’ friend’s granddaughter and Spencer’s ex-wife? Has she ever told you anything about herself?"
Saira stopped when she did not hear a reply. She’d turned away from him when he’d disregarded her but now that she had raised doubts in his mind and possibly disgust in his mind for Melanie, she wanted to look at his expression. He’d probably look ashen and have something to say now at least.
He sat there, calm and detached, one leg stretched out, head tilted slightly back against the seat rest and playing on his phone. And now she noticed — a pair of sleek, black noise-canceling headphones sat snugly over his ears, covering them completely.
He hadn’t heard a single word she had said.
Saira stared at him, her mouth slightly open, the burn of humiliation flooding her cheeks. Her earlier satisfaction crumbled into dust. Her hands clenched tightly in her lap, trembling from the effort it took to keep from exploding.
Adam, sensing her gaze, lazily sent her a look. He caught her furious expression and gave her the faintest hint of a smirk — so slight she could have imagined it. Then, without a word, turned back to his game, shutting her out like she was no more than an irritating buzzing mosquito in the background.
Saira wanted to scream but she forced herself to calm down. So what he had not heard her? She could always use another opportunity. After all, they were trapped on this plane together for the next few hours and together in Maniwa for the next few days. Time was on her side.
She forced a small, sweet smile onto her face, masking the fury roiling inside her. Fine. Let him play his games for now. Let him act superior, untouchable. But Adam Collins had a temper, and Saira knew how to chip away at it. She knew the cracks under that cool mask better than anyone. And she would like to see when his face when he found out the truth about Melanie’s past.
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