Mabel gently withdrew her hand, her face a picture of calm indifference. "I'm not angry. Why would I be?"
Hearing Mabel's response, Cyrus realized she was genuinely upset. After all, any woman would struggle to accept seeing her partner holding another woman in the dead of night.
He tried to explain, "Yesterday, Maria had a sudden attack of claustrophobia. If I hadn't gone, she might have been in real danger."
But Mabel cut him off before he could finish. "You don't need to explain anything to me. You two are engaged. Your actions are perfectly justified. As for me, I'm just a friend."
Seeing Mabel's icy demeanor, Cyrus sighed in frustration and, in a swift motion, pulled her into his embrace.
"You say you're not angry? If you weren't, you wouldn't be calling us just friends."
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