Alex approached Arabelle who was sitting in a chair on the balcony of her room. He stood with a cold gaze and a face without guilt. Arabelle, who saw it, could only smile painfully. She didn't think that Alex had just broken his own words, which he said would not change. Bullshit.
Alex crossed his arms in front of his chest, "Why just leave like that?"
"Then, what am I supposed to do, watch you hug Feyre?" Arabelle said, staring back at Alex boldly, because, as a lover, she had the right to feel angry.
Alex shook his head, "She's grieving and she's crying in front of me, what am I supposed to do? I can't just ignore her, right?"
"There I am! You should have asked me to calm her down,"
"Babe, it's just a normal hug. It's not a big deal."
"It is, Al. I think it's a big deal. You're hug
