Gael strayed his eyes away from the door where Angela just left to the tube of hand cream she always kept on her nightstand. He scoffed. "My hand will never be as good as you," he muttered to himself before letting out a sigh.
Staring at the ceiling, his thoughts went back to their conversation earlier, and he briefly closed his eyes. Images of Angela blindfolded and hands tied together with a black cloth, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded to be let go flashed in his head.
His jaw tightened as he hated himself for not being better for her. He was supposed to take care of her, not remind her of that psychopath, and yet he bound her up, depriving her of her freedom just like what was done to her. Angela said she didn't even think about what Leos did to her, and he believed her, but it didn't take away the fact that he still tied her hands together and was stern about it.
