Amara realized she was losing her grip on Adrian. Previously, regardless of how harshly she reprimanded or disciplined himâoften more severely than nowâAdrian had never displayed such a chilling countenance. Now, fear genuinely tinged her demeanor.
With a nervous blink, Amara softened her voice. âJoelle told me about the doctorâs words. After she lost the child, conceiving again might prove difficult. Her health isnât the best.â
Adrian had no desire to listen to another syllable. He stormed upstairs, hoping that distance from Amara might quell the growing storm within him. Yet, after a few restless turns around his room, his anger spilled over, and he began to demolish anything within armâs reach.
Downstairs, Amara cringed at the sounds of destruction, hastily scooping up the photographs before retreating. Having exhausted his rage, Adrian slumped onto the bedâs edge, lighting a cigarette to soothe his nerves.
He retrieved his phone and dialed.
Tess, the sales assistant, picked up promptly. âHello, Mr. Miller. How may I assist you this evening?â
Salespeople were ever at the ready, poised to leap into action at a clientâs beck and call, regardless of the hour. After thinking for a while, Adrian asked, âWhich apartment did Rebecca choose in the end?â
âItâs a two-bedroom in East Creek. The building is right by a subway station and bus stop, attracting mostly older residents due to its tranquility. Itâs ideal for Miss Lloyd and her mother.â
âAlright,â Adrian acknowledged, then took a measured breath. âCould you also check where Joelle Watson purchased her apartment?â
Tess hesitated, her tone revealing her surprise. She hadnât known Adrianâs wifeâor rather, ex-wifeâwas Joelle. Indeed, she wasnât even aware Adrian had ever been married. Sharp as ever and the top salesperson, Tess swiftly made the connection that Joelle Watson was the same individual who had secured a property at Highlands Bay earlier. Opting to keep her inquiries to herself, she replied smoothly, âCertainly. Let me verify that for you.â A few moments later, Adrian received his answer.
âMr. Miller, Iâve confirmed with my colleague. Ms. Watson purchased a two-bedroom apartment at Highlands Bay today, paying the full amount upfront.â
Adrianâs grip on his phone tightened. âI need you to do something for meâ¦â
Joelle had settled into her new apartment at Highlands Bay for a week now. Its proximity to her workplace was convenient, but she knew that soon, even this advantage would become irrelevant. As she anticipated the growth of her belly, she accepted that she would eventually have to resign. She had grown fond of her job and her colleagues, making the decision even harder.
Yet, she had to prioritize her privacy for now, not ready to reveal her pregnancy. Absorbed in her thoughts, Joelle carried groceries from the local market into the elevator. As she reached her floor, she managed to muster a smile. She reminded herself to take everything step by step.
Stepping out, Joelle noticed movers bustling in the apartment across from her own, indicating a new neighbor moving in. She unlocked her door, dismissing any lingering curiosity, and stepped inside.
The following day, returning from work, as Joelle was about to enter her place, the door across the hall swung open. Her heart skipped a beat as Adrian appeared in the doorway. Joelle almost let her belongings slip from her grasp in astonishment.
âAdrian? Why are you here?â
Adrianâs expression remained unreadable. âIsnât it clear? Iâm your new neighbor.â
Joelle was stunned. Of all the apartments in the city, Adrian had chosen the one directly across from hers? âWhat are you plotting? Whatâs your endgame here, Adrian?â
Adrian leaned back casually against his doorframe, arms folded. âI thought Iâd experience how the common people live. Does that bother you?â
âOut of everywhere in the world, you choose the apartment across from mine?â
Adrian simply hummed, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Joelleâs anger surged so fiercely she felt a sharp kick from within. She was gearing up to respond when another figure appeared behind Adrian.
âMrs. Miller!â
âLeah?â Joelleâs surprise deepened. âWhat are you doing here?â
âIâve continued on as Mr. Millerâs servant. You wouldnât believe it, but since your departure, he has barely eaten or slept. Heâs been a ghost of himself at work, dark circles and all. Even his grandmother commented on his ghastly appearanceâ¦â
âAhem,â Adrian interrupted, clearing his throat emphatically. âLeah, thatâs enough.â
Joelle felt no pleasure at the news, only a mounting irritation. Without another word, she spun around and forcefully shut her door.
Inside her apartment, the charming space she had meticulously arranged now seemed claustrophobic. Before she could even process her annoyance fully, there came a knock at her door. It was Leah.
âMrs. Miller, after such a taxing day, why donât you join us for dinner?â
Joelleâs expression remained flat. âLeah, why do you persist in calling me Mrs. Miller? Havenât you remembered that Adrian and I are divorced?â
âRight.â Leah tapped her lips in a mock scold. âMy apologies, Ms. Watson. Please, donât be offended. Mr. Miller has extended an invitation for dinner.â
Joelle glanced over Leahâs shoulder at the still-open door across the hall. She couldnât see Adrian, but she was certain he could hear every word.
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