Gael felt deflated when Angela's door slammed shut. The image of her on the verge of crying kept playing in his head. Did he do that to her?
Even when he already went back to his own room, he couldn't shake the image away. He thought of many possibilities why she looked hurt, and when he recalled about the man he saw with her earlier, his thoughts went feral.
His head snapped to the side and without thinking much, he was already on his way to the door. That bastard wouldn't have done something to her, would he?
Just as his hand reached for the door, he heard a sound from outside.
"Angela?" *knock* "Angela, it's Francis." *knock* "I got your message. Are you really okay? You should've told me if you weren't feeling well."
There was silence as Gael was anticipating what she would do at this point. But he didn't hear any movements from the other room.
"Listen… I know it's too early, but I really like you. If you're-"
