“Aria, darling! About the way things went last time, I'm really sorry!” Daniel said, stepping into the room with a hesitant smile. His tone was soft yet pleading and his eyes fully expressing guilt. “can you not be angry with me”
His facial expression moved between remorse and desperation—eyes wide, lips slightly shaky, as if hoping she’d fall for the act.
Aria didn’t move. She simply looked at him, her arms crossed over her chest. Within her disgust sprang up in her stomach like a serpent, coiling tighter with every breath he took. She fought to keep her face neutral, biting down the bitterness that threatened to rise.
“I’m not angry,” she said, her voice calm as she pronounced each. Words separately and distinctly “Just give me some space, Daniel. I need to study. I've got a critica
