Anna released her grip on her boyfriend's shirt, shoving the shopping bag into his hands without sparing him a glance.
With a sharp snarl, she crossed her arms over her chest, her nails digging into her skin as she let out a mocking scoff.
Anna's lips curled in amusement, but there was a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
"Did you just yell my name?" she questioned, her tone laced with disbelief.
She hadn't expected this cold defiance from Charles—him of all people.
Charles had always been the timid one—the kind of person who struggled to meet her gaze, who let her words cut into him without protest.
But now?
Now, he stood tall, his shoulders squared, his eyes burning into hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
It wasn't fear. No, it was something else…something daring, something defiant.