Chapter 62

I quickly recalled the last time I saw Steven angry like this before. His eyeballs are almost black in color, jaw very sharp and very ready to cut anything. I cringed so hard when I remembered that one time he almost beat up a guy at a party because he tried to grab me by the waist and struggled during a dance.

I swallowed past a dry throat. Worried that Steven might do the same thing to Gabriel, I quickly put my palms on the floor to lift myself from running into him.

And I don't understand. What I know is that I'm not doing anything wrong, but the way he's looking at us now is as if he's caught me turning left.

Steven Oxford, you are different! You are the guilty one! So what do those looks mean, huh? Gabriel helped me stand up.

He held my waist tightly and then lifted me up with all his might. When I am finally on my feet again, he stood up and I was even more surprised when he suddenly reached the end of my dress and shook off