The corner of Adrian’s mouth twitched.

He knew exactly where he stood now. He didn’t dare get upset with Miranda.

“I was just asking. Why are you so worked up? If I interrupted you, I’m sorry.”

He paused, then added, “I just wanted to see if you wanted something to eat. It’s fine—I’ll head downstairs.”

Miranda looked at how submissive he had become.

Her eyes were full of disdain.

He hadn’t been particularly capable before, but at least he hadn’t been this spineless.