"Ar-Arthur?" Angel stammered, her voice trembling with shock.
Before she could fully process the sight of him, her breath hitched as Arthur leaned in and captured her lips in a firm, unexpected kiss.
Her body froze, her mind racing.
Pulling back abruptly, Angel's wide eyes searched his face for answers, but a voice behind her shattered the moment.
"Angel."
She spun around, her heart lurching as she locked eyes with Tryson, whose face was painted with disbelief.
"Tryson," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as her hand instinctively reached toward him.
But Arthur's grip on her wrist stopped her cold. His fiery gaze bore into her, fury simmering just beneath the surface.
"Seriously, Angel?" Arthur's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "You promised me you'd stay away from him, but here you are—again."
"Arthur, listen, I can explain—" Angel began, her words tumbling out in desperation.
