As Tessa held the pepper spray defensively, her resolve was unwavering. She was prepared to use it if Blake made any sudden moves.
Blake, sensing the tension, raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back. He couldn't fathom why the woman was reacting so strongly. Had she somehow deciphered his true intentions? Regardless, he didn't want to escalate the situation any further.
But as he retreated, Tessa stumbled, her leg hitting a side table and causing her to lose her grip on the pepper spray. The bottle fell towards Blake, but his concern was solely on Tessa. Ignoring the potential threat, he rushed to her side to ensure she hadn't sustained any serious injuries.
Despite her glare, Blake squatted before her.
"Hey, are you alright?" Blake asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he approached Tessa cautiously. "Can I... Can I touch you to see how bad it is?"
Tessa hesitated, torn between her fear and the urgency of the situation.
