Falling for the Goddess

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At 6:30 a.m., Adrian Blake woke up, as he always did. His internal clock was precise.

Sara Hart was still asleep, curled up at the very edge of the bed as though one wrong move might send her tumbling off. Her small face was turned toward the inside of the bed, her body curled up in a fetal position, a posture that reflected a deep lack of security.

Adrian Blake glanced at her briefly, then looked away.

It had nothing to do with him.

When he went downstairs, Aunt Miller was already preparing breakfast. Seeing Adrian Blake, she smiled and asked, "Young Master, are you going for a run again?"

"Yes, Aunt Miller."

"Alright, breakfast will be ready when you return."

Adrian Blake nodded and headed outside. He had long made it a habit to wake up at 6:30 every morning, go for a run, and then head to the office. If it rained, he'd use the gym instead. Everyone at the family estate knew about this routine.

At this hour, there weren't many people around the villa district. After a quick warm-up, Adrian Blake jogged along the lakeside, running several laps until sweat soaked his body.

Running not only kept him fit, but it also helped him relieve stress.

Though Grandma had arranged for him and Sara Hart to live together, so far, Sara Hart hadn't been any trouble. She was quiet and didn't demand attention, which suited him just fine. It saved him the hassle.

When Adrian Blake returned, he went straight to the bathroom for a shower.

Sara Hart, still half-asleep, vaguely heard the sound of running water. She slowly opened her eyes, noticing that the other side of the bed was empty. She was sure she had set an alarm, so she shouldn't have overslept, right?

Suddenly, she sat up in a panic.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened.

Adrian Blake stepped out, shirtless, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets clung to the ends of his hair, sliding down his collarbone and over his toned chest before disappearing beneath the towel, along the sharp lines of his muscles.

Adrian Blake's skin was pale and smooth, and though he looked lean, his body was well-defined with sleek, tight muscles. His sculpted features, paired with his physique, made him the image of perfection.

Sara Hart stared at him, her wide eyes resembling those of a startled rabbit.

Realizing what she was looking at, her face turned bright red. Her amber eyes darted downward, unsure where to look. Her long, dark lashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly about to take flight, and she gripped the edge of the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Adrian Blake paused for a moment, surprised.

He had grown accustomed to living alone and often forgot that there was now someone else in the room.

Without saying a word, he turned and walked into the closet.

Sara Hart's face was burning. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. Adrian Blake's physique was... perfect.

She shook her head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts from her mind. Taking advantage of the brief moment while he was changing, she hurried into the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water to cool down the heat rising in her cheeks.

She washed up quickly, grateful that by the time she came out, Adrian Blake had already gone downstairs. The awkwardness had subsided—at least a little.