Adelyn didn't want to see him as a victim, because the moment she did, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep searching for an escape.
But every time she saw him so devoted to his role … she couldn't help it.
Especially when he acted so gentle toward her.
"Mr. Warren," she said softly, clearing her throat almost imperceptibly, "did you have your dinner?"
Dylan looked at her and nodded.
The camera was still in Eira's hands, so even though Adelyn was speaking to Dylan, she could see him in the background —seated with his laptop open, a few files scattered around him.
"If you're busy …" her gaze flickered briefly toward his work before she continued, "I won't disturb you."
However—
He shook his head. "You aren't disturbing me."
Adelyn paused, unsure of what to say next.
Of course, she wasn't disturbing him. But couldn't he tell she was using that as an excuse to step away?
Pressing her lips into a thin line, she searched for another way out—
