Roland smiled and rubbed her head like coaxing a child. "Don't be angry. What do you want? I'll win it back for you."
Samara glanced at him. She did not speak, but her expression softened a little. "Thank you. I don't want anything."
Just as Samara finished speaking, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Roland. Before she could react, he grabbed her hand and raised it up to slap him in the face.
With a slap, everyone looked over.
Samara was stunned for a moment. Then she pulled back her hand. "Roland, what are you doing?"
"If you are angry, you should vent your anger. Don't hold it back to yourself."
As he spoke, he paused. "You can't hit Chaim when he makes you angry. But I am not him, you can do whatever you want."
When Roland said the last sentence, his smile didn't vanish but turned a bit cold.
For some reason, she felt sorry for him.