Xavier stared at her, his gaze clearly carrying the surprise that mirrored his tone.
As if he truly hadn't expected her to be there.
Adelyn raised a brow at him, then glanced over her shoulder as if checking something behind her.
When she turned back to him, she asked calmly,
"Did you lose your way, sir?"
Xavier frowned. He was just about to explain when Adelyn added,
"This is my home. Of course, I would be here."
There was a trace of deliberate sarcasm in her words.
Hearing that, Xavier's frown deepened.
His fist clenched at his side.
"Do you have to be so sharp? Can't we talk properly for once?"
Adelyn checked the time on her watch. She didn't owe him a conversation —but she knew she couldn't avoid it forever.
Not when he had shown up right at her door.
Still, she wasn't about to let him disrupt her schedule.
So, looking at him, she said,
"I wasn't being sharp, Dr. Colsen. I responded to you the way I found appropriate."
"You—"
