"Of course. You're my husband. If I don't care about you, who will?"
Sara tentatively stepped forward and looped her arm through his. He didn't hug her back, but he didn't shake her off either. A silent breath of relief escaped her.
However, the sight of their interlaced arms seemed to sting Eva's eyes.
She looked deeply hurt, forcing a strained smile. "Since Assistant... since Mrs. Harding is here, I'll let you two talk. I won't disturb you."
She didn't leave immediately. She lingered for a split second, as if faintly hoping Adrian would stop her.
Unfortunately for her, Adrian acted as if she had ceased to exist. He didn't even spare her a glance.
As if he had truly let go of the past.
Eva could only maintain her forced smile. "No matter what, I'm happy I got to see you today. I don't mean anything by it. I just hope... we can still be friends."
A masterclass in playing hard to get. And sure enough, it hooked Adrian's attention.
Sara could keep the man, but she couldn't keep his heart.
After Eva left the club, Adrian stared in the direction she had vanished, lost in thought for a long time.
Sara couldn't pretend she didn't see it. "The contract still has six months before it expires, but Ms. James is back. Does Mr. Harding plan to end this marriage early?"
Sara's question snapped Adrian back to reality.
He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. "Did I ever say that?"
Sara curled her lips into a faint smile. "Then Mr. Harding shouldn't be so affected. A man should know when to move on."
"Don't presume to guess my thoughts."
He pulled his arm free from her grasp and pushed her away without hesitation.
The smile on Sara's face didn't falter; if anything, it widened. "Is Mr. Harding still angry?"
He glanced at her coldly, then turned and walked out of the club toward the car. Before the door could close, Sara squeezed in after him.
No matter where he went, she planned to stick to him like glue tonight.
"That day was my fault," she began, her voice soft. "Not long after you left, my period came. I didn't pretend to be sick to lie to you—I really wasn't feeling well." She tugged gently on his sleeve. "Mr. Harding, you're a magnanimous man. Don't hold a grudge against me."
Thinking back to her stupidity, Sara was full of regret.