Chapter 291

Adrian finally decided it was time to talk to Vivian not to argue, but to finally speak like two adults stuck in a tangled web of past decisions and unresolved emotions. When he entered her penthouse suite in Valor Residences, the cool, dim lighting wrapped around him like a shroud. Vivian was curled up on the velvet chaise in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, draped in a soft cashmere blanket. As always, she wore a veil this one black, delicate, and laced at the edges. Since the accident that left her scarred, she'd designed an entire line of fashionable veils in bold and somber hues alike. She never left her home without one, transforming what others saw as disfigurement into an unapologetic fashion statement.