Chapter 166: More than just a slap...
"You know you’re supposed to receive more than that," Angel’s voice rang out, firm and filled with disappointment as she watched Tryson slowly recover from the force of the slap.
She stood there, unwavering, her eyes never leaving him as he winced, the sting still lingering on his face.
For a moment, he gently ran his fingers over the reddened skin of his cheek, as if the physical pain was nothing compared to the weight of her words. Then, with a quiet resolve, he turned his gaze toward her, his eyes softening with an emotion that he couldn’t quite express.
"I’m sorry, Angel," he muttered, his voice low, almost breaking.
"You’re sorry?" Angel repeated, her disbelief slicing through the air like a sharp knife.
She unfolded her arms, preparing to unleash another round of frustration on him, but the words caught in her throat. Just as she was about to speak, her eyes caught something that made her heart drop in an instant—the unmistakable sight of blood slowly dripping from his hand, staining the floor.
"Tryson, your hand!" she gasped, her voice filled with panic as her gaze shifted between his face and the blood now seeping from his palm.
His eyes flickered down to where she was pointing, the realization dawning on him, but he couldn’t react fast enough.
Before he could say a word, Angel was already by his side. She reached for his hand with a sense of urgency, her fingers trembling slightly as she gently cupped his injured hand in hers, inspecting the wound with a mixture of concern and disbelief.
The injury was worse than she had imagined—deep, raw, and clearly painful. Her breath caught in her throat, and for a split second, she was at a loss for words.
"Tryson, what happened to your hand?" Her voice cracked with a mix of disbelief and hurt, her tone laced with deep disappointment.