Melissa stood frozen for a moment, her eyes fixed on Kris, whose gaze still lingered on Alec’s retreating figure. There was pain in Kris’s eyes, the kind that echoed in silence. But before Melissa could decipher it, a faint cough broke her trance.
Demien.
He cleared his throat again, this time a little louder, as if gently nudging her back into reality. “Melissa,” he said, his voice steady but with a trace of urgency. “It would be good for you if you go after Alec. He’s clearly not in the mood today. Making him wait… especially now… will only create more trouble for you.”
Melissa’s chest rose and fell with the weight of silent dread. She didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. She simply nodded, keeping her composure intact, and slowly turned away.
Her heels clicked softly again
