Adriana's POV

He had just reacted with an intensity that surprised me, not just at the chef’s mistake, but at the fact that he remembered my allergy.

He had never paid attention to me, to whatever I did. But he remembered such a small detail, something I had thought he would nver register, let alone remember. It was a big difference to the cold distant man I had known.

“You remembered?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He met my gaze, his eyes calm. “Yes, I did. I was the one ...