Maya looked down at her hand where Victor was still holding her. She followed him until they were outside the restaurant. Then he finally let her go.
"Maya..." Victor's voice was low, filled with so many emotions that he wanted to control. He raked his fingers through his hair. "Why..." he paused.
Victor was so mad at himself. He blamed himself for being so selfish to stay around Maya that he had to take her to meet investors when he was supposed to protect her.
Maya didn't say anything. She looked at her feet, rubbing her hand where Victor had been holding earlier. She didn't know why he was so angry; he was clearly the person who asked her to think first before using her fists. Earlier, she was just waiting for the man to come closer before she would hit him properly, but then Victor intervened, and she didn't know how to explain it to him.
