Serena blinked slowly, tilting her head to look at him, her eyes clear as a spring: "What's the necessary connection between my birthday and meeting Grandma Shaw?"
"Grandson's wife's birthday—how could an old lady not show some appreciation?" Adrian drawled lazily. "She's been waiting for ages to gift those prized possessions she keeps hidden away."
He said it casually, but the deeper meaning was left unsaid.
The gifts were just an excuse; meeting the family was the real goal.
Serena understood, the reflection of him shining in her coldly beautiful eyes. She pondered for a moment, then discussed with him: "Can we wait a few more days? Let's go together when it's your birthday. I want to take care of Peter Pangbourne's situation first."
"Sure." Adrian arched an eyebrow, easily agreeing, his dark eyes naturally carrying an alluring hook. "Whatever you say."
Their birthdays were both in winter—one in December, one in January—not far apart.
