Xhemin hit the boy with a shameful glare, filled with a mixture of surprise and annoyance with the Lagdameo heir's words. Darryl caught up with her stares and his was tinged with a devilish laughter. When will his bullying end?
The grin never left Darryl's face—not even when in a graceful way, he waltzed the girl around the dance floor, guiding her with a gentle nudge of his hand in hers, his chest pressing against the girl's front, his entire body twisting and turning her, and eventually holding Xhemin intimately close as they savoured the last refrain of the music.
"I'm sorry" Xhemin said in the most apologetic way she can. She knew she misjudged him and the fault was all on her.
"Sorry for what?" His eyes never departed hers.
