Rome's anger surged when Ingrid mentioned the name of the one man he never wanted to hear again—the same man who had once betrayed him.
His jaw tightened, and the veins on his neck visibly strained as his fury began to boil over.
"Enough. Shut up!"
His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
But Ingrid wasn't finished.
"Oh? Did that strike a nerve?" she said with a mocking smile. "Good. Then good luck trying to win Sylvia back—because I doubt she won't betray you again, just like she did before—"
"Get out! Leave before I lose control and actually do something I'll regret!" Rome shouted, his voice rising with raw anger. He looked like he was at his limit—barely holding himself together.
Seeing the fury in his eyes and knowing she had pushed him right to the edge, Ingrid finally stepped back. She had said everything she came to say—or rather, everything she needed to hurt him.