Emma's POV:

Eleanor angrily assumed Adrian had hit my face.

"It wasn't me, but I've taken care of it," Adrian said softly, gently holding my chin and turning my face toward him.

He seemed completely unfazed.

Then, he opened the first-aid kit on the coffee table and applied more medicine to my face.

The pain wasn't as painful as last night anymore.

However, anger and resentment still bubbled up inside me, so I tried ...