Chapter 131: Dear Wife...
"Angel," he breathed, relief flooding his system like a tidal wave.
A soft smile graced his lips as he reached for the delicate hand that had wrapped around his wrist.
His fingers tightened slightly, savoring the warmth of her touch, but his gaze wavered when he noticed the subtle frown creasing her brows.
There was confusion in her expression, a flicker of hesitation, as though she couldn’t quite understand the sudden shift in his demeanor.
"Tryson, did something happen?" Angel asked, her voice laced with concern.
Her eyes searched his, but before she could grasp the depth of his turmoil, Tryson reached for her, his palm cupping her cheek with a lingering tenderness.
His lips twitched into a faint smile, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, the air around them grew thick, strange—unnatural.
The atmosphere in the room twisted, pressing in around him, suffocating yet distant.
The walls seemed to waver, their echoes stretching unnaturally, and suddenly, everything felt overwhelming, as though his senses were being pulled in multiple directions at once.
"Tryson?" Angel’s voice called to him again, softer this time, edged with worry.
But as he tried to focus on her, her words fragmented, breaking apart like waves crashing against the edges of his consciousness.