Just when Tryson finished speaking, he was startled by Angel's soft chuckle, an unexpected sound that cut through the tension.
Before he could react, she turned her body on the bed, her face to him, curling onto her side. Her eyes locked onto his, an unspoken challenge hidden behind her calm gaze.
"And what makes you think that I would want your offer, Mr. Tryson?" Angel's voice was quiet, but her words held an edge. "Should I remind you that I have a boyfriend?" Her words, though delivered with softness, were like a sharp slap, designed to wound.
The atmosphere thickened with the weight of her dismissal, making Tryson realize just how wrong he had been to assume anything.
He blinked, taken aback, his mind scrambling for a response. "You really don't want to get engaged to me?" he stuttered, his voice betraying his surprise.
He couldn't hide the shock in his expression.
