"Oh… I really thought he was about to say something else," Angel muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.
Tryson's sharp gaze flickered toward her. "Did you say something?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.
Angel stiffened for a fraction of a second.
She knew that no matter what he was about to say—no matter how much she wanted to believe in something more—she risked breaking her own heart.
If she ever found out that the only reason he was doing all this was because of the contract, it would crush her.
So, she swallowed the lump in her throat and gently shook her head. "It's nothing. You've already said everything you needed to say," she murmured, forcing a small, unreadable smile. "I was just curious… about why he said that I had taken you further than you were supposed to be."
Tryson's jaw tightened, his hands balling into fists at his sides.