His Number
After her argument with Adrian, Celeste returned to her desk, her mood completely ruined.
Why was he always like this?
She had only wanted Ethan's number, yet Adrian reacted like she was committing a crime.
She let out a slow breath, forcing herself to push the irritation aside. She could always find another way to reach Ethan later. It wasn't like she needed Adrian's permission.
Settling into her chair, she reopened her laptop and resumed her apartment search.
A thought crept into her mind.
Does Adrian even realize I'm moving out?
Probably not.
He was too busy playing the role of an overbearing boss while keeping up appearances as a devoted husband in public.
But does it even matter if he knows?
Celeste leaned back, staring blankly at the screen.
Maybe it was better this way. Maybe—
Her phone vibrated against the desk.
A new message.
Celeste's brows lifted slightly.
Of course, he did.
She quickly typed back.
Ethan replied almost instantly.
Her lips twitched slightly.
Then, his next message made her chuckle.
Before she could reply, a shadow fell over her desk.
"I hope you're not planning to go behind my back."
Celeste lifted her gaze to find Adrian standing beside her, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
She met his eyes with a calm, unimpressed look. "I'm just working."
Adrian's gaze flicked to her phone, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Stay away from Ethan."
She let out a slow breath, barely masking her exasperation. "What's your problem with him? He's your friend."
Adrian's jaw tensed. "That's not the point."
Celeste tilted her head. "Then what is?"
His fingers curled slightly, but he didn't answer.
Instead, he simply turned and walked back to his desk, leaving her with nothing but frustration—and more questions than answers.