(Isabella)
As I stormed away, Gerald followed, his voice calling after me, but I feigned deafness, allowing my anger to fuel my stride. My veins pulsed with fire.
I finally came to a halt on the rooftop, panting slightly from a mix of exertion and emotion. Whipping my head towards him, I snapped, "What?! Why are you following me?!"
He fell silent, his steady gaze locking onto mine. There was something in his eyes—an intensity that disarmed me.
"Just let me be, and go back to your dear saint like you've always done anyway," I added, turning away sharply.
Then, suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me into a hug before I could act. I tried to break free, but he embraced me tighter, his warmth enveloping me.
"What...is the meaning of this?" I asked, struggling to keep
