Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 112: Chasing

It was only when Adam pulled up in front of the grand entrance of the Five Seasons Hotel that he realized he had left his phone back at the restaurant—and, in his distracted state, had completely forgotten about Melanie.

He let out a breath sharply and ran a hand through his hair as he stared at the towering building before him. The entire drive over, his eyes had been locked on the cars ahead, frustration simmering beneath his skin.

He cursed himself for choosing to take the car today instead of his usual motorcycle. If he had been on his bike, he wouldn't have just followed—he would have caught up with her. But now... Maybe if he was lucky, he could still get to her.

With that thought in mind, he did not waste another second, jumped out of the car, and directly tossed his keys to the waiting valet. "Take care of it," he called over his shoulder before striding toward the entrance and then the receptionist's desk.

He smiled at the young woman and from the way she had a dazed look on his face, he knew exactly what he needed to do to get the deatails.

Giving her an easy smile, he deliberately spoke in a lower tone of voice, "I'm here to meet Miss Saira."

The receptionist's smile faltered for a second. "Do you have her room number, sir?"

Adam let out a small sigh, then leaned against the counter, tilted his head slightly as he looked at her and then with eyes that held just the right amount of mischief, the kind of look that had turned heads more times than he could count. It was one that he had perfected. Max called it the Pied Piper look. "I'm afraid I've forgotten," he admitted as his lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

For a moment, she just blinked at him and her composure slipped as a faint pink tinged her cheeks. Then, as if remembering her job, she quickly turned to her screen. "I'll check the guest list and ask the guest if she is expecting you," she murmured, her fingers tapping the keyboard a little too quickly.

Adam waited patiently, and finally when she looked up, her expression still slightly dazed, she asked, "Are you Mr. Collins? Miss Saira is expecting her guest in the cafeteria upstairs, Mr Spencer."

Adam's brow arched slightly, but he didn't correct her. Instead, he let the mistake slide with an easy smile.

"Perfect," Adam said, flashing her another slow, appreciative grin. "Thanks, sweetheart."

She practically melted. With a wink at the woman, he turned on his heel and made his way toward the elevators, his mind now focused on one thing—Saira. Finally, he'd caught upto her.

The smile on his face disappeared as the elevator moved upwards as his expression stiffened, wondering what would happen next. The moment the elevator doors started to open, he stepped out quickly and walked straight towards the cafeteria.

The place was large with barely anyone there and he wondered if she had not yet come.. But then he spied her sitting there, in a far away corner of the cafe.

His steps faltered.

Something about seeing her in the flesh, real and within reach, made everything else blur. His legs moved off their own accord drawn to her like a magnet.

She was sitting with her back to the cafeterial and he wondered if her face had changed much. Did she still look as innocent as she did in the old days? She'd changed her hairstyle but even now, her finger was twirling the front curls of her hair as was her habit.

Then, finally, he reached her.

Slowly, he moved in front of her, stepping into her line of sight.

Their eyes met.

He watched as her eyes widened in surprise and then panic.

"Saira. How are you doing?"

But before he could say anything more, before he could take a seat or even process what was happening, she shot to her feet.

The chair scraped against the floor as she shoved it back, her movements rushed, almost frantic.

Adam barely had a second to react before she turned on her heel and bolted.

His breath left him in a sharp exhale.

For a split second, he just stood there, watching her weave through the tables, her head down, her dark hair falling over her face as if shielding herself from recognition. It was only when she reached the restaurant's exit that his brain kicked into action.

He cursed under his breath and moved to follow her.

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He wasn't about to let her disappear—not when he had finally caught up to her, not when he had spent the entire evening chasing her.

As he neared the exit, he caught sight of her turning sharply down a hallway, her pace bordering on a full sprint and he cursed again. Damn it.

She was running from him again! He made a move to chase her again when he was suddenly blocked by a few bodyguards who stopped him and stepped in his way," You cannot go to Miss Saira."

He stared at the bodyguards blocking his way and had to forefully stop his anger. Now that she knew he was almost near her, she would be even more careful.

"Turn around and walk away," the guard in the middle threatened and Adam raised a brow, giving him a calm look," And if I don't?"

All he'd had to do was ask and then before Adam knew it, a heavy fist slammed into his jaw before he could fully register the shift in movement. Pain exploded across his face, and he staggered back a step, his head snapping to the side.

For a moment, the world narrowed into a pinpoint of white-hot fury and his first instinct was to hit the man back and wipe the smug look off his face. But then, just when his hand clenched, ready to move, he came to a realization. This... was a setup.