My gaze was fixed on him as he entered his room and I kept looking till he shut the door behind him. The spot where he twisted my wrist still burned a bit. He definitely seemed like he was angry.
I tried to clear my head as I walked downstairs, convincing myself that Malcolm was a perfect man, and he was just going through something for the night.
When I got downstairs, June was still sprawled lazily on the couch, having a video call with her boyfriend. I rolled my eyes at her smiling face. She should leave that man already.
I took a stroll to the open park and the evening breeze washed over my skin, plastering strands of my hair on my face.
I felt a bit exhausted as I arrived at the park. I wasn't used to walking for long distances, especially not with my heavy body. I could count the
