Chapter 23: Is He Possessed? (ii)
Adrien’s POV
Three hours.
Three entire hours of complete silence. No whining and eyes glaring at me. No clumsy crashing of coffee mugs or tripping over wires. Just her, sitting there like a half-dead zombie, clearly fighting not to fall asleep.
Isabella.
The tiny, annoying gold digger─sitting across from me. looking like she’d wrestled with traffic and lost. Which she probably had.
She looked... exhausted.
Good.
She deserved it. Walking into my life, acting like she needed this job. She probably thought working under me would give her an easy way up. Typical.
I glanced up again. Her head had dropped slightly, her eyelids fluttering like they were staging a rebellion. She was fighting it, blinking slowly like each breath was a war against sleep.
Pathetic.
No─disgusting. Or at least she should be.