Chapter 150: Okay, my Queen...
Arthur spoke, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken emotions, and then, as if a thought had just dawned on him, a small yet knowing smile curved his lips.
His gaze remained fixed on Angel as she turned toward him, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she simply folded her arms beneath her chest, her eyes locking onto his in quiet defiance.
"So, what are you doing here?" Angel asked, her voice steady, direct.
She watched as Arthur rose from his seat with an air of quiet determination, his movements slow and deliberate. With his hands slipping into his pockets, he began striding toward her, his intense gaze holding an almost gravitational pull.
Yet, despite the weight of his presence, Angel stood firm, her face betraying no reaction to his approach.
When he finally stood before her, the distance between them vanishing, Arthur lifted a hand, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek. His touch was featherlight, his eyes searching hers, yet the small smile on his lips remained unwavering.
"I’ve come to take you home," he said, his voice deep, steady, carrying an undeniable sense of finality. "Besides, your complaint against Tryson has finally been delivered, and leaving this place now... it would be the perfect way to show the man who tormented you that you’re not broken—that you’ve risen above it all."
Angel met his gaze, her expression unreadable, the storm of emotions within her hidden beneath a calm facade.
At that moment, Angel clenched her jaw, forcing herself to maintain her composure as her gaze bore into Arthur.
His words echoed in her mind, spoken with such casual confidence, as if he wasn’t fully aware of the damage that had already been done. Or perhaps, he simply didn’t care.
The more she thought about it, the more her hatred for Tryson deepened. That man had twisted her love into a weapon, using it to his advantage like some twisted game. It was madness. And he was going to pay for it.