Zachary's appearance caught me off guard, and I immediately turned to leave.
"Freesia!"
In a few quick strides, he rushed to my side, gripping my shoulders and pulling me to face him.
"Why haven't you been responding to my messages? Why are you avoiding me?"
I swatted Zachary's hands away, utterly repulsed by his touch.
"Wasn't it you who said we should cut ties and never work together again?"
I noticed the faint bruise still visible on his temple and his haggard appearance, finding it all rather ironic.
"Besides, I was afraid you might beat me to death."
Zachary's initially furious expression crumbled in an instant. His voice cracked, tinged with a sob.
"Freesia, I'm sorry. I was just so scared of losing you—"
"Enough!"
I impatiently cut him off. After following him for over a decade, my intense admiration had made me forget just how selfish he truly was.
There was no point in further discussion. I tried to leave, but I couldn't break free from his grip on my hand.