Arthur spoke, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken emotions, and then, as if a thought had just dawned on him, a small yet knowing smile curved his lips.
His gaze remained fixed on Angel as she turned toward him, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she simply folded her arms beneath her chest, her eyes locking onto his in quiet defiance.
"So, what are you doing here?" Angel asked, her voice steady, direct.
She watched as Arthur rose from his seat with an air of quiet determination, his movements slow and deliberate. With his hands slipping into his pockets, he began striding toward her, his intense gaze holding an almost gravitational pull.
Yet, despite the weight of his presence, Angel stood firm, her face betraying no reaction to his approach.
