I understood that Stella thought Ray was a guest, and since it was his first time at our place, we should be more polite as hosts. Her attitude was like that of a wife, apologizing to a guest after her husband had hit them. I could understand Stella, but my dislike for Ray only grew.
'Does he think I don't know how hard I hit him?'
I was confident in my control over my strength. That light tap I gave Ray shouldn't left him unable to stand.
'You were a slave, so you obviously got beaten up daily by the savages. You didn't die, so how could my tap be worse than their brutal beatings?'
"Since I hit him accidentally, let me help him up." I sneered, pushing Stella aside and helping Ray up myself.
Ray seemed to sense my displeasure and no longer dared to look at Stella and the oth
