Adonis's POV
I walked toward Ariana's room and paused by her door. She was on the phone, her tone light and affectionate—too familiar. I didn't need to guess who she was talking to. I could feel it. It was Maya.
A part of me wanted to eavesdrop, just to hear her voice again. But I stayed back. I wasn't ready for Ariana to know—not yet. Eventually, I'd need my sister's help convincing Maya that I was sincere this time, that I wasn't playing with her heart again. But for now, I knew it would take more than words. It would take time, patience… and effort.
A year ago, I broke her trust. Now, if I wanted even a sliver of it back, I'd have to earn it.
I gently knocked on Ariana's door. "Lunch is ready. Grandpa's back—I heard the chopper."
