Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 145

**Chapter 145: You Can’t Tag Along**

In the cozy confines of the bedroom, Adriana found herself standing amidst the organized chaos of her walk-in closet, a twinge of uncertainty gnawing at her. “What should I wear today?” she mused aloud, her thoughts swirling with excitement and a hint of anxiety.

Curtis had promised her a date, a notion that sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The very word felt foreign yet exhilarating, igniting a warmth in her cheeks.

“How about the pink dress?” Curtis chimed in, appearing almost magically behind her, his voice smooth and inviting as he reached up to assist her in selecting the perfect outfit for their day out. “We’re headed to the beach, and trust me, this dress will shine in photos. I’m going to capture some amazing shots of you.”

Adriana turned, her eyes wide with surprise. “You know photography?” The revelation caught her off guard, and she felt a flutter of admiration swell within her.

Curtis raised an eyebrow playfully, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Are you underestimating my talents?”

Her heart skipped a beat. The thought of him wielding a camera, capturing moments of her, only deepened her attraction. It was hard to resist the allure of a man with such skills.

With a confident air, Curtis rummaged through her closet, finally settling on a delightful ensemble: a white-and-pink sundress, perfectly suited for a day by the sea, paired with water-friendly straw sandals that would keep her comfortable. He even selected a charming sun hat to shield her from the sun’s rays, ensuring her day would be carefree.

As a finishing touch, he chose a delicate chain bag, just the right size for her makeup essentials.

Adriana couldn’t help but smile as she examined the outfit. It was undeniably ideal for a beach outing.

Slipping into the dress, she twirled in delight in front of the mirror, the fabric swirling around her. She admired her reflection, feeling a rush of beauty and grace wash over her.

But as she gazed at herself, a moment of stillness enveloped her.

She smiled often, yet genuine moments of unrestrained joy like this were few and far between in her life.

Yet, with Curtis, it felt as if she could truly let go, laugh freely, and not worry about the weight of the world pressing down on her.

“Do you like it?” Curtis asked, carefully draping a necklace around her neck. The chain sparkled, adorned with a single luminous white pearl that dangled gracefully, enhancing her features with its simplicity.

Curtis stood close behind her, his arms encircling her waist as they both admired her reflection.

My wife is truly beautiful…

In that moment, he felt a surge of possessiveness, an overwhelming urge to cherish her, to spoil her, to keep her safe from the prying eyes of other men.

He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else getting too close to her.

“Yes, I love it…” Adriana replied, her voice filled with sincerity. In that fleeting moment, she felt precious, cherished, and cared for.

Even if she recognized it as a fleeting illusion, she chose to embrace it wholeheartedly.

As they descended the stairs, Curtis held Adriana’s hand tenderly. He had anticipated that Harold and Cynthia would have vacated the premises by now, but to his surprise, Cynthia and Belinda were still present. Only Harold had taken his leave.

“Curtis… do you have a moment today? Why don’t we go for a walk? I’ve been cooped up in the sanatorium for so long, and I just got discharged… You promised me a tour of the city,” Cynthia said, her smile bright yet laced with a hint of desperation, clearly hoping to draw Curtis’s attention away from Adriana.

Adriana instinctively tightened her grip on Curtis’s hand, a wave of unease washing over her.

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