Falling for the Goddess

Not Unpleasant

When Sara Hart woke up at 7:30 the next morning, the spot next to her was already empty. The bed was neatly made, as if no one had slept there. She quickly got ready and headed downstairs, where Adrian Blake was already seated at the dining table having breakfast.

Over time, Sara and Adrian had developed an unspoken routine. She had never forgotten what he told her the first time he dropped her off: to be ready by 8 a.m. every day.

"Good morning, Aunt Alice," Sara Hart greeted.

"Good morning, Young Madam!" Alice responded warmly.

Sara sat down at the table and nodded toward Adrian. "Good morning."

Adrian gave a slight nod in return.

Used to Adrian's cold demeanor, Sara glanced at his bowl, noticing that his porridge was almost gone. She unconsciously began eating faster.

Adrian noticed how Sara was hastily shoveling food into her mouth, her cheeks puffed up. His hand froze mid-scoop as he turned to Alice Miller. "Aunt Alice, is there more porridge? I'll take another half bowl."

"Sure, right away." Aunt Alicesmiled, took his bowl, and headed to the kitchen.

Sara Hart quietly exhaled and resumed eating more slowly, taking her time.

By 7:55, Sara Hart had finished her breakfast and pushed her bowl aside. "I'm done."

Adrian Blake stood up and addressed Aunt Alice, "We'll be off now."

"Drive safely," Aunt Alicesaid, watching them leave.

Sara Hart followed a step behind Adrian Blake, maintaining her usual small distance. Once seated in the passenger seat, she hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Have you been busy lately?" Sara Hart asked as the black Maybach moved forward.

"It's fine," Adrian Blake replied, his eyes fixed on the road.

"Oh." Sara Hart nodded, unsure what else to say.

The rest of the drive passed in silence.

Adrian had always believed that marriage would be a hassle, which was why he'd resisted when his grandmother kept urging him. But after spending time with Sara, he realized that little had changed in his life.

Sara didn't cause trouble or talk much. Besides sleeping in the same bed at night and driving her to school in the morning, they were practically strangers.

Adrian was satisfied with this arrangement. As long as Sara remained quiet and well-behaved, and his grandmother was happy, he had no problem letting her carry the title of Mrs. Blake.

As usual, Sara got out of the car a hundred or so meters before the school gate, where Adrian could easily turn around without drawing too much attention.

"Thank you for the ride. Drive safely," Sara said with a smile.

Adrian nodded and turned the car toward his office.

Sara watched as the black car disappeared from view before turning and heading toward the school entrance.

In the lab, most of her colleagues had already arrived. Sara set up her experiment, kept an eye on it for a while, and then returned to her desk. She took out her phone and made a call.

"Hello, Sam..." Sara spoke into the phone.

There was a slight pause before a warm, gentle voice responded with a chuckle, "Sara Hart? What's the occasion for this call? I'm flattered."