(Freya's POV).
I saw Tristan exit the building as I took Adam away from Devan. Once I looked back Devan was still standing there, looking at me.
I let out a long breath. He makes me uneasy.
"Vivian. Where did you find Adam?" asked Tristan, coming over to us.
"He got in the wrong car," I replied.
"That guy from earlier?"
I looked back and saw Devan getting into the car.
"Yes. We have the same car, so Adam thought it was mine."
"Is he okay?"
"I think so. Adam said he was helping him."
"Why should he...."
"Never mind, forget it." I squatted in front of Adam and held both his shoulders. Looking at him with a serious expression. "Adam, next time make sure you don't go anywhere without us. If you get separated, ask security for help. It's more safer."
"Okay, Mom. I'll keep that in mind." He looked at me with a guilty expression.
"Did he do anything to you? Or say anything?" I asked.
Adam nodded. "He asked mommy's name and where daddy was." I was immediately attacked by panic.
"Then what did you answer?"
"I told him that my mommy's name was Vivian Harrow and that Daddy was gone."
I let out a long breath. Looking down nervously. And by so many coincidences, why did Adam have to meet him? My hands were shaking with fear.
Anxious that Devan had met Adam. Afraid that Devan would do something after meeting him. What if he thought that Adam was his son? He still doesn't seem to believe that I'm not Freya.
This is driving me crazy. I have to be more careful if I meet him. Or else he'll ask me the same tricky questions as before. Moreover, we still have to meet for dinner.
"Adam, next time, don't talk to strangers again. Okay?" I tell him.
"But he's a good uncle. He wasn't mean to me. He helped me to find you, Mom."
"Adam, we don't know what people think about us. Your mom is just worried if something bad happens to you." I heard Tristan speak. I looked up and smiled at him. Feeling grateful that he was helping me advise Adam.
Adam looked down sadly. "I'm sorry...."
"It's okay. Don't do it again," I said as I gently rubbed his shoulder.
He nodded. "I promise I won't make you worry again, Mom."
I almost cried at the way Adam looked at me. Very similar to Devan. It often made my chest tight.
"I love you, Moms." He hugged me with both of his tiny arms.
"I love you too, my darling..." I took his body into my arms. I buried my face.
Oh God... I wish something bad hadn't happened to us. I just want a normal life. I just need Adam by my side and I don't need anything else. As long as he was there, I could live my life happily.
I sat in the passenger seat with Adam. He fell asleep on my lap a few minutes ago. It looks like he's tired. I shouldn't have taken him to the auction, but he insisted on coming and didn't want to be home alone.
"Is Adam sleeping?" asked Tristan, glancing back with his rearview mirror.
"Yes. He looks tired," I replied. "You shouldn't have to drive me home, Tristan."
"It's okay. There's no way Adrienne would want to be in the same car with me after that fight," he said, "I apologize for Adrienne's attitude towards you, Vivian."
"You don't have to apologize to me, Tristan. After all, what she said was all true. I'm just a stranger coming into your family. It's only natural that she still hasn't accepted me" I glanced at Adam as his hand reached for mine and grasped it tightly.
"It's been four years since that incident. Adrienne should be able to accept everything."
"Give her time. Dad just died, too. And I understand why she's acting like that. I also know what it's like to lose our family. It hurts and leaves a pain that's hard to forget. "I squeezed Adam's hand as it grabbed mine.
I still vividly remember the pain I felt when I lost my family one by one. And now, I only had Adam. My life. My world.
"But still, she shouldn't have been that rude to you."
"Never mind, Tristan. There's no need to talk about it anymore," I said, trying to end the conversation.
"Then let's talk about that weird guy."
"Weird guy?" I furrowed my brow as I looked at Tristan. He looked at me and then looked forward again.
"The guy you were going to have dinner with. Can't you cancel it? Don't go to dinner with him. I don't like it."
"Tristan, don't be silly. He already paid for it. I can't just cancel after I come up with the idea. Besides, it's just dinner. You worry too much."
"Or let me take your place."
I laughed. "Two men having dinner together? Won't that lead to weird articles about you two?"
I expected him to laugh along, but all I heard was a heavy sigh from him.
"Vivian, I'm serious. Stay away from him," he protested in a stern tone.
"I don't wish to be close to him either, Tristan. After this dinner, we won't see each other again."
"I hope so because every time he looks at you, he's like a wolf eager to devour you," he complained.
“Looks like I'm a delicious meal," I said with a chuckle.
"Vivian...."
"Okay, okay. I know, don't get mad. I'm just joking around a bit to keep you from getting upset. Come on, you'll get wrinkles faster if you keep getting angry, Tristan."
"Vivian, we're only five years apart," he grumbled. "And my good looks won't disappear just because of a few wrinkles on my face."
"You and your confidence," I said, and we laughed together.
Just then, I felt my cell phone buzzing. I checked for an incoming message from Anonymous.
(See you at our dinner later, Miss. Vivian)
I swallowed my saliva with difficulty. Without putting his name under the message, I knew who he was. I was suddenly attacked by a feeling of uneasiness. Where did Devan get my number?!
"Vivian, what's wrong?" I gasped as I heard Tristan's voice.
"O-Oh, nothing. Just a message from Lawrence."