“No! You don’t understand me! You’re always like that! Do you even care about me?!” you snapped, voice trembling in anger.

Kyron didn’t raise his voice back. He just sighed softly. “Baby… I told you I had to work overtime. I barely even touched my phone, I didn’t even get to eat. I’m sorry.”

He said it so calmly that made your chest tighten more. He was always patient and composed.

“Let me make it up to you,” he added gently.

That’s how you ended up at the mall with him, though the anger still lingered. You kept your distance, your silence heavy between you.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” you muttered when his hand brushed against yours.

He didn’t argue. He just followed quietly as you stepped into the elevator. You refused to look at him but you could feel his gaze, warm and steady.

A few people joined the lift. One guy standing beside you gave you a slow, obvious once-over. Kyron’s jaw tightened, his patience stretched thin.

And then suddenly, his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close, ignoring your earlier warning.

His voice dropped low, calm but edged with something possessive. “Your beauty’s causing a distraction, baby,” he murmured, eyes locked on the man. “Good thing it’s all mine.”

The guy quickly looked away and his hands remained still on your waist.