For some unknown reason after hearing Adele's wish about tying a knot, Ilya's hands clenched on the steering wheel, knuckles went white. "Then get married..." he replied curtly, his voice coming out harsher than intended. "To a silver-spoon caviar wolf."
How could he address someone as 'Caviar wolf'? Adele thought.
Something seemed to change in his gaze after that. But still she could not fathom whatever it was, as she had her own struggles.
Adele laughed in a bitter, self-mocking sound. She gestured vaguely towards her face with one hand. "No one wants to marry a museum piece," and finally spoke, clenching her fists into tight balls again as she berated herself inwardly.
"A museum piece?" He echoed.
The silence that followed was charged and heavy as Ilya regarded her with an unblinking stare. As usual, she could not read what was going on in his mind.
"Rosewood Plaza," he spoke without warning, making a sharp pivot onto a different road. "We're heading to Rosewood Plaza."
