Chapter 26: She called me HANDSOME
The next morning, Tryson descended the grand staircase, his athletic form dressed in a sleek sports outfit that hugged his physique perfectly, signaling his readiness for an invigorating jog around the estate.
The cool morning air seeped in through the slightly open windows, promising a refreshing start to the day.
As he adjusted the headphones over his ears, his gaze swept briefly across the polished wooden floor, and he froze mid-step at the sight of Angel.
Angel, with her tousled hair framing her face and her sleepy demeanor evident in her slow, drowsy movements, stepped out of the room and headed toward the kitchen.
Dressed casually but elegantly in a loose, comfortable outfit, she exuded a natural charm that seemed to light up the space despite her evident exhaustion.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on Tryson, who was making his way downstairs, looking every bit the image of a man who owned the world.
"Is there somewhere you’re planning to head out to?" Angel asked, her voice steady yet curious, breaking the morning silence as Tryson paused and pulled off his headphones.
"Hey," he greeted her warmly, his tone calm yet tinged with a casual charm.
For a brief moment, Angel’s gaze lingered on him, as if caught off guard by his approachable demeanor.
"Hi," she replied softly, her voice lower now, almost tentative.
"Are you heading somewhere?" Angel repeated, her question carrying an undertone of genuine interest and perhaps a trace of suspicion.