ADRIANA'S POV
I expected him to immediately start asking me weird questions but it was silent in the car as we pulled out of the mansion with two other cars behind us as escorts.
Thinking now, I would most definitely prefer the questions no matter how awkward it would be to this.
What was this? I didn't know what this was anyway; it was so silent and so awkward in the car. It was like he was avoiding eye contact with me, and the busy road ahead in the city seemed far more interesting than the woman sitting in the backseat, folding her hands and knitting her hands together.
Usually, I would ride in the front seat with him, but the last thing I wanted right now was the close proximity that I was forced to endure, so I tried to put a lot of space between us.
Soon, there was a red light, and Henry pulled to a stop, his hand tapping rhythmically on the steering and his eyes still focused on the red truck in front of us.
