The paper I was holding was immediately snatched from me, and as I followed that glance, I saw Randall’s terrified face, even though my eyes were still normal. I tried again, but I said nothing, fearing Randle could wake up.
He probably couldn’t keep up with what he was going to say because he was afraid of what I may do. As a result, he may have been in a rush to enter. What am I supposed to say? I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
“Why do you still have that?” I asked, trying to make my face serious so he would give me a clear response, but he didn’t say anything, ignoring the fact that he saw me waiting, so I continued calmly, “why do you still have the divorce paper?”
I expected him to respond since I softened my tone, but he stayed silent. More than rage, shock, and bewilderment do
