Chapter 101: Just to be sure...
"Of course it’s you," she remarked, her voice carrying a sly edge.
Tryson’s brows knitted together, a frown tugging at his expression. His mind raced, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice low, curiosity and caution mingling in his tone.
Angel didn’t answer right away. Instead, she leaned back against the seat, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as if she’d just uncovered a secret.
Then she leaned in slightly, her gaze locking onto Tryson’s with an intensity that made the air between them crackle.
It was as if she were studying his every reaction, searching for the faintest crack in his composure. But really—what else could she expect from him?
Without breaking eye contact, she moved her hand towards his thigh, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his pants before tightening in a firm grip.
A flicker of something—surprise, maybe even weakness—flashed across Tryson’s face as his body reacted instinctively.
"That’s for tricking me," Angel murmured, her voice carrying a dangerous sweetness.
Tryson stiffened under her touch, his breathing faltering for just a moment.
His hand reached out, grasping hers as if to stop her—or maybe just to steady himself. His lips parted, and in an almost innocent tone, he spoke.