That afternoon, she had been mocked by his sister, Bella, at the Harding family estate. Resentment had been simmering in her chest. Later that night, right at the critical moment in bed, she realized they were out of condoms.
At that moment, Bella's insult—*cheap trash*—echoed in her mind. Suddenly, Sara didn't want to take the pill and abuse her body for his pleasure anymore.
So she used illness as an excuse and rejected him.
It wasn't until Adrian slammed the door and stormed out that Sara realized the gravity of her mistake. Stopping a man when he was past the point of no return? No one would take that well.
Hearing her explanation, the man's lips pulled into a distant, mocking arc. "Such a coincidence?"
His features were chiseled, his brows and eyes striking, commanding authority. But when he didn't smile, he radiated an arrogance that kept people miles away.
Just like now.
In his cool, detached gaze, Sara saw her own pathetic reflection, desperately trying to please him.
"...Did you drink? When we get back, I'll make you some hangover soup. That way, you won't have a headache tomorrow."
Adrian usually fell for this. No matter how big Sara's mistake, as long as she played the role of the caring wife, he would calm down.
This time it didn't work. He simply looked at her, then turned his gaze out the window.
Whether he saw through her clumsy acting or was distracted by thoughts of Eva, only he knew.
But he didn't kick her out of the car, so Sara took it as a small victory.
The car sped through the night, heading toward their villa.
When they arrived, the alcohol seemed to hit Adrian all at once. His steps were unsteady. Sara rushed to support him.
He wasn't polite about it, dumping his entire weight onto her small frame.
Dragging him upstairs left Sara drenched in sweat. She casually shed her coat, moving through the walk-in closet in just her slip dress.
It wasn't overly revealing, but Sara possessed an innate sensuality. The silk clung to her curves in all the right places.
Adrian sat at the foot of the bed, openly sizing her up.
"Did you shower?" he asked abruptly.
Sara turned, startled. Adrian's dark gaze was fixed on her, heavy and intense.
She didn't think he would be interested in her right now. Eva's tears had clearly pierced his heart, leaving him distracted the entire ride home.