Chapter 125: Borrowed Armor
ADRIEN’S POV
I was leaning back in my chair. The soft light from the desk lamp painted calm shadows over the scattered documents in front of me. For a moment, the day’s chaos felt distant — a quiet pocket of stillness in the storm.
I was buried in quarterly reports when the door to my study creaked open.
Only one person had the audacity to walk into my study without knocking like he paid the mortgage here.
I didn’t look up from the document in front of me. "If you’re here to raid the liquor cabinet, it’s locked."
"Temporarily," came his voice, breezy and far too casual. "But thanks for the vote of confidence."
The door shut behind Cameron with that familiar casual slam—like he owned the place, or at least was used to barging in without knocking. Loafers clicked against the hardwood floor as he made a beeline for the armchair opposite my desk, collapsing into it like someone who’d just survived a mildly traumatic event. Probably a brunch with his own family, but I wasn’t volunteering to find out.
I finally glanced up.
He was fiddling with his cufflink, which was not a good sign. Cameron only fidgeted when he was genuinely uncomfortable or trying to decide how to spin something truly outrageous. He looked tense. One leg bouncing. Shirt slightly wrinkled. Guilt already written across his forehead like a headline: ’Man About to Say Something Stupid—Film at 11.’
I sighed. "What did you do?"
Cameron winced. "Technically? Nothing. Yet."