Chapter 101
Grayson sat across the table, his face full of dissatisfaction. One cheek still bore a red handprint. He rubbed his cheek and grumbled,
"Your hand is too heavy."
"I told you to stop..."
Dein clenched his fists on the table, trembling, and ground his teeth. He hadn’t known the balcony was connected to the neighboring room because he hadn’t stepped out there the day before.
What’s the point of locking the door when the balcony is wide open?
The fact that Grayson had the nerve to act like he didn’t know this, locking the door and pretending like everything was fine, made Dein seethe with anger.
As he glared at Grayson with a threatening look, Grayson seemed to want to say something, but he remained silent, though his displeased expression didn’t change. Where does this guy get the gall to act like the victim...? Dein was dumbfounded, but quickly calmed himself. This was just another reaction Grayson had fabricated. There was no need to respond to everything. More importantly...
If I keep reacting to every little thing, I’ll never survive here.
But even as he thought that, the words came out automatically.
"What’s the deal with the balcony?"
Muttering to himself, Grayson quickly answered,
"Romeo and Juliet..."