"Jack, please… let me go. You're hurting me."
As if someone pulled his sanity back to his head, Jacob quickly released his grip and walked backward away from the girl.
"I'm sorry."
Kaylee lowered her head while stroking her wrist, which was sore, and there was a hint of red mark around it.
"Jacob? Why are you here?" a baritone voice was heard, making Jacob feel goosebump.
He felt guilty for hurting her hand, but he didn't expect that he would have to face the jealous aura of his uncle.
"I was hiding from my mother. I'll excuse myself."
Declan raised an eyebrow in wonder at Jacob's behavior. The boy didn't look at him like this afternoon. At the same time, he could feel the tense atmosphere surrounding them.
What happened?
Declan walked over to Kaylee, who was currently lowering her head.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" asked Declan softly as he handed the girl a drink.
