Confused about revealing the truth

Amber's pov

When Adrian mentioned the hotel name and room number, I didn't pay much attention or remember how that room number was connected to me, as he was actually talking to the driver. It was only upon entering the hotel several minutes later that I realized it was the very place I had come to meet the mysterious and kind gentleman.

Adrian stepped out of the car in the hotel compound, leaving me and the driver inside. There was no need for me to follow him or for him to have my presence. A few minutes later, the driver, Mark, emerged from the car, but he didn't go far. I could still see him from my seat at the back of the car.

"How stunning must that lady be? For her to linger in Adrian's memory, she must possess timeless elegance and grace," I pondered, gazing into the rearview mirror.

"Why can't I go and meet this fortunate lady?" I felt curious, until reality struck me and I asked myself.

"What excuse can I give Adrian for going to meet them there?" I voiced my thoug