Roxxane's POV
My disappointment slowly turns into rage. Why would Jericho be at my doorstep? Of all people, of all moments, why him? He remains silent while avoiding eye contact with me, his body language conveying discomfort.
"What are you doing here, Jericho?" My tone is sharp, accusatory. I don't have patience for pleasantries right now.
“I'm just here to talk, Ronan. Please, I'm not here for trouble.”
"I'm just here to talk, Ronan. Please, I'm not here for trouble." His voice is soft, almost pleading. He looks like he's bracing himself for me to slam the door in his face.
"Talk? What do you feel we need to talk about?" I cross my arms,
“Just give me a few minutes of your time. If what I'm about to tell you is irrelevant, you can drive me away.”
Judging from the look in his eye
