Angela's POV
That morning, I found myself standing in front of his door again.
I told myself it was purely practical. His arm was still injured. Anyone would struggle doing things one-handed.
At least, that’s what I kept repeating in my head.
Still… I hesitated before knocking.
He had never been particularly kind to me.
And yet... here I was, helping him anyway.
After a few seconds, I finally knocked.
The door opened moments later.
Aaron stood there, already dressed for work. My gaze dropped to his tie. The knot was uneven. I stepped closer and straightened it.
That was when he spoke.
“About your acting project,” he said. “Take it. I won’t stop you.”
I frowned. “You’re… not against it?”
Our eyes met. His expression stayed cool. Measured.
“Don’t misunderstand,” he said. “This
