Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 87

**When Time Tried to Heal Me But I Refused to Listen by Kael Niro Senn**
**Chapter 87: Sleeping Like a Baby**

10 Frex Coins

“Tell him? What’s the point? He might just sell you off like some prized possession,” Curtis teased, playfully ruffling Adriana’s hair once more. “Come on, pack your things. We need to get moving.”

Adriana sighed, her fingers running through her tousled hair, a familiar frustration bubbling within her. Why does he have to mess up my hair like that? It’s almost as if he enjoys it.

Back in Govendale, there was that young man who had a similar penchant for ruffling my hair. He claimed it was just a habit from petting dogs. I can’t help but wonder if Curtis shares that same strange quirk.

As dawn broke the next day, Harold took it upon himself to send a team to the hotel, insisting they “retrieve” Adriana for a hospital appointment.

The hotel staff informed them that Curtis had already left for Haldoria the previous night, leaving Harold seething with frustration.

“Curtis! You really think running back to Haldoria will shield her? If she’s not pregnant, you need to file for a divorce!” Harold’s fingers flew over his phone screen, sending a furious message while glancing at Danielle and Nicole, who were tagging along. “Danielle, once you’re back in Haldoria, make sure you take Adriana to the hospital for that check-up yourself.”

Danielle flashed a knowing smirk. “Understood. I’ll see to it personally.”

As they sped back to Haldoria with Curtis, Adriana felt like a fugitive escaping from some unseen pursuer. The weight of exhaustion settled heavily on her shoulders, and she found herself too tired to care about the unspoken rules that dictated the relationship between a sugar baby and her boss. She slumped down in her seat, surrendering to the fatigue, and drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

It was hardly surprising. Flying was a rarity for her, and she was prone to motion sickness. After the chaotic events of the previous night, she was utterly drained.

“Is that Curtis? The prince of Harborton?”

“Yeah, I saw him in a finance magazine. That watch he’s wearing, a Patek Philippe, costs over ten million…”

A few first-class flight attendants exchanged excited whispers, peeking out from behind their meal service cart.

“Who’s that woman with him? She’s stunning. Is she his girlfriend?” one of them asked, her curiosity piqued.

“I’ve never heard anything about him having a girlfriend before. I’ve heard his name mentioned, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen him in person!”

The attendants watched with wide eyes, captivated by Curtis’s striking features.

Even among the sea of male celebrities they had encountered, few could rival the inherent nobility that Curtis exuded. “I’ll go first,” one attendant declared, confidently touching up her makeup in the small mirror she carried.

She was undeniably beautiful and poised, a native of Harborton fluent in several languages, which bolstered her confidence.

“Sir, we’re about to land, we…” the attendant began to say, her voice barely above a whisper, but she was cut off by Curtis raising his hand in acknowledgment.

She flashed him a bright smile, her heart racing as she pulled out her phone, hoping to exchange contacts.

But Curtis remained focused on Adriana, who was still deeply asleep in his arms.

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